There once was a girl who got older,
(She certainly couldn't get bolder.)
You might think all your shine,
Fades past twenty-nine,
Not true - but you couldn't have told her.
There once was a girl with a great shoe passion,
She says “Goodwill” wouldn’t accept my foot fashion.
No, I didn’t invite my sister,
But s’pose I would’ve missed her.
She fixed that with some party crashin’.
“Are we There Yet?” led this conspir’cy,
Watch out – she’s clever, gorgeous and (ha!) shifty,
I send thanks my dear Friend,
We must do this (in Vegas?) again,
No rest ‘til we’re flirty and fifty!
There once was a girl wanting no fuss.
Traded her red sports car for a nice micro bus.
But - Oh my! What do ya know - a !
She dances fine with a pink feather boa!
Society will never forgive us.
Thanks for the boa Indy - watch out when you finally turn 40!!!