Happy Birthday, Mr. Pres-i-dent
                   {to Peroxide}

My ta-ta’s don’t ta-ta,  my aches got pains,
my body is road-tracked head to toe.
My varicose veins got varicose veins.
But my hair looks like Marilyn Monroe’s.

My man tells me he is over the hill.
I  can’t hear, and my kids are getting old.
My hobby is going from chill to chill.
But my hair is like  Marilyn Monroe’s.

I won’t be asked to pose for Playboy.
I run out of wind when I touch my toes.
I have trouble with the keys on wind-up toys.
But my hair fries like Marilyn Monroe’s.

I keep forgetting where I put my specs
and I can’t see the end of my nose.
Think I care?   Heck,
I found a wig like Marilyn Monroe’s !

(c)  Phyllis Jean Green