the age of man continues

the red mound of Venus,
soft caress's should delight,
't'would warm the cockles o' me heart,
on some cold winters night!

scoot close an' be a darlin'
to a ol' man's known blight,
an' open up like the soft peddles,
on a bloomin' flower in bright.

jus' needs a little waterin'
by this ol' man sometime.
then 't'would blossom till full flowerin',
evolvin' into yet another,
life line.