50th©
by Michele Irvine

It’s your birthday, and between us gals,
I’ll keep your secret, ‘cos we’re close pals.
Just pay me later, I’ll never tell,
Cross my heart, or I go to hell.
Isn’t it wonderful, you’ve reached this stage,
To get this far, in hiding your age.
But you’re only as old, as the man you feel,
As young as your son, I’d never reveal.
So just keep continuing, giving me my cut,
And I’ll promise you, sweetie, I’ll keep my trap shut!

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