Dear Old Woman, you might be a looker, so here is a poem from a seasoned hooker.
I fished off of sand I've fished off of docks I've fished from canoes but I'll tell you what rocks.
Pulling canoes at 70 is fun with and ice cold beer in the summer sun.
When I brought her off plane I checked to see if you were there
But all I seen was a shaking old lady with messed up hair.