We’re all from the Elk’s Lodge of Sun City
And we all enjoy traveling in our RV.
Down the
Well, there are also a few “trailer trash” gnomes.
After we’re parked, Happy Hour gets under way.
That can be just about any time of the day.
The ladies will disappear, as the men well know.
To find them, just check the nearest casino.
We eat at
Let nothing interfere with an “Early Birds” dinner.
After dinner is done, then it’s time
To gather for a serious game of 99.
Some have dogs and must pick up the poop,
But the lucky cat owners can just use a scoop.
And BYOC means bring your own coffee.
Rambling Suns doesn’t cater to young upstarts.
All of our members are just a bunch of old . . . fogies.
The aches and pains of this group are legendary;
It’s not just our vehicles that suffer from “dead battery.”
So all of us need to make this confession.
We have a corner on the Viagra concession.
………………………………………………………………Eric