Oh dear oh dear its time
again
to turn the annual page
Though some of us bemoan
the tides
relentlessly we age
relentlessly we age
On days like this it should
be bliss
a time to celebrate
a time to celebrate
Not hoping that no one will
ask
‘How many passed to date?’
If ageing isn’t bad enough
the timing’s been a bind
‘How many passed to date?’
If ageing isn’t bad enough
the timing’s been a bind
Disparaging slights
defamatory taunts
a birth-date so unkind
a birth-date so unkind
Of all the days throughout
the year
the trendy neat and cool
Dear Joyce the last of
mothers nine
has to suffer 'April Fool'
She is no clot nor dunderhead
ninny goose or moron
She is no clot nor dunderhead
ninny goose or moron
No crackpot goof or
nincompoop
no one to walk the floor on
no one to walk the floor on
Numskull dunce duffer dolt
Joyce Birch defies the rule
Joyce Birch defies the rule
Her time salutes the
summer’s day
she is no ‘April Mule’
she is no ‘April Mule’
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