My 75th Birthday Was Yesterday!

        (May be sung to the tune of "76 Trombones")

Two hundred and six
old bones led
the big parade.

With a couple of
patellar knee caps
out in front.

With a hundred and one
wispy-white hairs, still
blowin' in the wind,

who says that
poetry writing
is done !?

So, bring on the pens,
pencils, paper and the
computer pads -
and be sure to
have them
close at hand.

For, here comes another
poem - just
     right-out-of
           the-blue

with words
      heard louder
            than
                 ever before!