Natal Day For Debra Poem by Thomas Golding

NATAL DAY for DEBRA

Cold hands, warm heart they say
Retard the aging process nicely
This day and time of year
Were not the warmest to be born
Yet you and your sisters inner heat
Keep the passing years away
Staying younger as the calendar grows.

This author regrets a decade or so of age
To show you how a man and maid should
Be acquainted
Now would spoil your chances with a
Younger man
Which all of you deserve to have.

Throw your chest out and strut tall
Especially you little birthday pigeon
Any man should be proud to do
The honours.


With mischief in mind but never malice.