Thursday 5 April 2018
The pickings are poor and the crop is lean
It's Miss Bett-ee Davis's birthday today, folks - her 110th, indeed.
All hail!
You rushed away and left this house as empty as can be
And I am like the driftwood in a deadly calm at sea
I can't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but thee
For there is no secret lover that the draft board didn't discover
They're either too young or too old
They're either too gray or too grassy green
The pickings are poor and the crop is lean
What's good is in the Army, what's left will never harm me
They're either too old or too young
So, darling, you'll never get stung
Tomorrow I'll go hiking with that Eagle Scout unless
I get a call from grandpa for a snappy game of chess
They're either too warm or too cold
They're either to fast or too fast asleep
So, darling, believe me, I'm yours to keep
They're isn't any gravy, the gravy's in the Navy
They're either too fresh or too stale
There is no available male
I will confess to one romance I'm sure you will allow
He tried to serenade me, but his voice is changing now
They're either too bald or too bold
I'm down to the wheelchair and bassinet
My heart just refuses to get upset
I simply can't compel it to, with no Marine to tell it to
I'm either their first breath of spring
Or else, I'm their last little fling
I either get a fossil or an adolescent pup
I either have to hold him off or have to hold him up
The battle is on, but the fortress will hold
They're either too young or too old
Ruth Elizabeth "Bette" Davis (5th April 1908 – 6th October 1989)
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"Old age ain't no place for sissies."
ReplyDeleteTell me about it, honey! Jx
DeleteHappy birthday Bette, wherever you are.
ReplyDeleteShe would be in charge, wherever she were. Jx
DeleteAll hail !
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Jx
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