TO MARGARET ON HER 75TH
On a balmy spring morn in the auld sod
A wee Scottish bairn was delivered from God
When old doc to her small dimpled rear gave a slap
She awoke with a wink and out snorted a laugh!I believe that is why she was brought down to earth
To lift all who meet her with pure joy and mirth
Her seventy-fifth makes me giddy with glee
For now this dear lady's as darned old as me (sic)
P.S.
For three blissful weeks I surrender my throne
And all should say:
"HAIL TO THE NEW ANCIENT CRONE"
I'm sure that all assembled here know how very kind Margaret is and, faith and begorrah (my Irish Indian is coming out), she'd give you the very clothes off her back. Above is a birthday present for you, Margaret -- old AC totally humiliating herself. Not only did Margaret take pity on my poor frail old body in the midst of a chilling winter and send me her very own jammies, carefully hemmed to shrimp length, she then augmented the outfit with a matching hat to keep my brain safe during the frigid nights. Promised I'd send you this, Margaret, and here it is! Tee and hee. Have the happiest birthday ever, and may we live to see a century! It was a lucky day when I met you.
Luvs you baby seester,
Carolyn (Urbandale, Iowa)
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