Oh wouldst thou,
sweet Rose,
do dinner? I vow:
I’ll wear support hose.

Wait! Our difference in age
is to all evident.
Though I may rage:
My years are already spent.

So think not of dining
with me on some date.
I’ll too early be whining:
“I must to bed before 8!”

Though in my soul I’m Carpe Diem man underneath,
I’m too oft an old fool with Carpe Dentem: “Seize the Teeth!”