Birthday Girl Poem by William B. Deutscher

Birthday girl
struts in the aisle,
center of attention,
mouth open
all the while.
Birthday girl
talks too much
as she plays;
now's the time
to keep it shut
anyway.
Birthday girl
shows off
to get all out,
posing in her corner
with a witless
lack of doubt:
It's now or never,
the day is red letter,
and so you had better
hide the leather.
Birthday girl,
regain your inhibition,
learn the trick
of silent rendition.