The cripple and the winking man

A tilted women without trinket
Climbed the stairs on all fours
She unbraved as the plumber did wink
A cripple mained by the plumbers stink
As her collapsing toilet leaned toward the sink
It had shocked him with interest at the thought of there aged link
His eyes like seas on sandy shores
All she could but turn her head tide of her paler fingers
Baffled by his confident masculine purs
As she had prepared for her heart to be burnt
But he not the ache in her side to feel worse
Leaving he remembered her cry as she hobbled through the verse
I think my minds getting better but my legs getting worse