Someone is turning 47 tomorrow!

Well I wake up in the morning,

and I try to touch my toes,

but first I have to find them,

and thats not an easy task,

I bend over to see them,

oh my bellies in the way.

What the heck is happening,

the girls are way down there,

now how did this happen they got caught in my underwear.

Well I better roll them up and stuff them up into my bra,

for it really was not pretty the sight that I just saw.

note to self, remember duct tape for birthday supper,

I would hate to have them fall right into my soup,

I seriously think that would throw me for a loop,

Apparently I have to be careful,

I have crows feet on my face,

I just looked at my friend,

and she ran the 100 yard dash race.

I really think I am pretty, oh so pretty, just how I am.

I don't make mistakes and ask do I look fat in this,

for lets face it either way I am not impressed

lets face it I am too sexy for my shirt,

too sexy for my shirt,

I feel like dancing, dancing,

Well tomorrow when I go out for my 47th birthday,

I am large and in charge,

all that and a bag of chips.

Saturday I turn 47,

I can make fun of myself,

and deep down know I still look good,

even though I am overweight.

I did not meet my goal for this year,

but  I  will.

I am a short round curvy goddess of the Autumn moon.

Okay it is 7 in the am and I am drunk.

joking,

I have two choices, love me as I am, or try to be someone I am not.

p.s. please know no girls were injured in the writing of this poem,

and I choose to see the lighter side of life,

I wish you could come to my party,

I will be wearing my diva gown.

it looks the same whether I wear it upright or upside down.

...............have a wonderful fun day.........