Happy Birthday, Sixty-One
I can’t afford
That pricy bail
I’ll find an older gal
So I’ll stay out of jail
Bad back and crow’s feet
But you’re still a lot of fun
Happy birthday sixty-one
You gave me chills
Back in the day
We’re no spring chickens
True we've gone completely grey
You’re so attractive
But a youngster you are not
Don’t forget your Icy Hot
When you were thirty-two, I was twenty-seven
Then you turned forty-three, you were highest heaven
Just five years later, you were great at forty-eight
You’re well past fifty
And even more nifty
But far too old to be kept out late
I speak in jest
You’re not so bad
For your next birthday
I might buy a heating pad
You’re sweeter than girls half your age
So hold me close
Till my veins are varicose
If I should smile
From ear to ear
It’s just that we have both
Survived another year
I’ve reached the final verse
My song for you is done
Happy birthday sixty-one
Poetry by Uncle Meridian
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Written on 2023-01-24 at 11:24
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