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





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Written on 2023-01-24 at 11:24

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
The glorious magic of older women. And I speak from first hand experience! Bravo Thomas!
2023-01-24