Come and gone

At an age where her prospects had dwindled,
Romance had, at last, it seemed, kindled!
She lowered her pants,
Leaving nothing to chance,
But next morning found out she’d been swindled!

Grunter

Her opponent complained that her grunt,
When she served, was some kind of a stunt,
But the umpire found
That the off-putting sound
Didn’t come from her mouth, but her cunt!