thirty, i've wanted you...
thirty, i've lied and pretended to be you...
thirty, i have two children and a mini-van...
thirty, how i've longed to claim you...
thirty, how i've envied those who counted your years...
why-oh-why, oh-thirty have you treated me so?
thousands of people are ashamed to be you...
thousands of people never claim you...
thousands of people spend their pay checks to fight your doings...
thousands of people curse the day they meet you...
thousands of people refuse the children, shrug off the mini-van...
not i, oh thirty, not i !
why when i have embraced you oh thirty have you shunned me?
why have you seen me sick and in bed, unable to fully enjoy your wisdom, your light?
why have you made me fall every day since i have claimed your years?
why have dozens of cups of coffee not made it to my lips?
why are my children remaining in their "terrible" somethings?
why-oh-why, oh thirty have you treated me so?
thirty was supose to be my time to shine!
thirty was supose to bring me womenly grace!
thrity was supose to make me...well rhymes with forney!
thirty was supose to clear up my skin at least!
thirty was supose to give me the chance to do all things i never thought i could do!
why-oh-why, oh thirty have you treated me so?
instead i fall...
instead i spill coffee...
instead i get sick like a 90 year old...
instead i break my toe (and those of you who have seen my big toes, know that is no easy feit)
instead i now say, "BRING ON FOURTY...F&#K!"
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3 comments:
good one! you made me laugh as always. how do you come up with these little ditties?
maybe 31 will be your year! well, you have much more of 30 to go yet, so the best is yet to come!
I still think you are getting better and better....
you are wonderful.
and hilarious.
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