VIXTER'S THANK-YOU LETTER

[Vixter]

There comes a time in many a girl’s life

When birthdays cause looks to regress

She prefers not to have them…

She often won’t want them…

But up they pop nevertheless

(The solution is simple

And not really sinful

Just don’t tell them, they never will guess!)

 

So on Burn’s night, the Scots all eat haggis

And raise a wee dram to the bard

But for me, Jan twenty-fifth

Date of birth? NO – a myth!

“I deny!” (and it’s not very hard)

 

Then along comes the well-meaning hubby

And spoils my despicable plan

Goes public with my secret birthday

(Now, isn’t that JUST LIKE a man?)

 

The compliments I have had lately

From forum pals near and so far

Will fade and decay

Like a birthday bouquet

Left too long to dry out in the jar

 

I recall once a birthday was super

A chance to have gifts and a feast

But now as you see

That the girl that was me

Is now old, on the outside at least

 

But inside I’m still young and so silly

(I hope you don’t think me a bore)

But I refuse to grow up

Like some dizzy young pup

Still a teenager, through to the core!

 

So now I must thank all the new friends

I have met through the forum “yack-yack”

For their kind birthday wishes

And party-type dishes

(Thank you Ralph, for the Indian snack)

 

CHEERS OLD FRIENDS! (Yes, I really DID say that,

‘Cos I feel that I’ve known you for years)

You have taken the time

To assemble some rhyme

Nice to know you, my virtual dears!

 

[Ralph]

That's great Vicki! Puts all of our efforts in the shade.

I hope you had a good day.

 

 

[Guest starspirit]

Thanks Vikki.

 

Old? Who You? NEVER.

[flicka]

Belated congrats Vixter.

Live it like para 6 and the years just do not matter, but you can still celebrate Birthday's.

With age comes the wisdom to enjoy and appreciate the experience.

We are all capable of getting a little silly occasionally.

Flicka