I’m 91 today. I shout, “Hip, hip, hooray!”
In theory of course I can do what I like:
no bothersome children can say me nay!
Eat and drink whatever I choose:
No worries about weight, to gain or to lose.
I can stay up all night, if I’m so inclined –
but eight hours’ sleep is more on my mind!
Restaurants and pubs with an evening meal
no longer hold the same appeal
as they used to for me. Oh dear, that’s sad,
but a light evening meal, served on a tray,
in front of the telly, makes me reflect and say,
“How lucky I am to be 91 today -hip, hip hooray!”