Happy birthday to these two divas!
Others have offered their own poems to mark this occasion, here’s mine:
Once upon a morning dreary,
As I poured a coffee, bleary,
Yawning, stretching, weak and weary,
Trying just to come alive,
As I stumbled, tumbled forward,
Suddenly, I bumbled toward
An idea, jumping like
the traffic on the morning drive:
"Must we work, just to survive?”
Quoth the boss-man:
“Nine to five."
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