Happy Birthday to me…

It’s my birthday today,

fifty five years young.

Less eight for good behaviour,

and a shocking sense of timing.

~

I missed the moon landing,

if it wasn’t made up.

Watergate and the Vietnam War,

pretty much done for the day.

~

Avoided Leeds winning the cup,

so to me it never happened.

Also missed their 69 title,

what title you’ll hear me say.

~

Sgt. Pepper arrived before me,

with his Lonely Hearts Band.

Missed the Summer of Love,

then the murder of Dr. King.

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I did get here in time,

for the winter of discontent.

Maggie she snatched my milk,

and made us all unemployed.

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So now that I am ancient,

nearing one hundred and three.

Just a few more words,

Happy Birthday to me.

🍿🍰

3 thoughts on “Happy Birthday to me…

  1. Happy B-day, Phill! Technically, you were here for the moon landing and the Summer of Love, but I can see where you wouldn’t really remember those. But Thatcher! What a thing to be right on time for. I curse her for privatizing the railways every time I visit London. Joyfully stuff yourself with cake and go vote for Brexit.

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