It’s almost my birthday.
Happy Birthday to me.
Well, at my advancing age,
it’s more bah humbug.
Sixty-two is a blah event.
It’s not like I’m sixty.
It’s not like I’m sixty-five.
I’m rich!
I’m wealthy!
I’m socially secure!
I’m old enough to get the joke.
(Thank you, Daffy.)
Author: Blind John Ellsworth
Blind John Ellsworth (1960- ), a (questionable) poet and sometimes Texas bluesman. He has recorded one spoken-word album (thankfully unreleased), since he is still trying to learn to play guitar. (Lack of musical skills is what makes him a poet and not a lyricist. Plus, he can’t write music.)
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