Birthdays come but once a year.
It's been FORTY years now, I won't tell anyone.
Sometimes I even shed a tear,
from the memories of you borrowing my clothes
because of you, you're such a dear.
Dear Mom, I wish I was an only child
As a teen you were a pain in the rear.
I know it must be hard to have a perfect older sister.
You always wished you had a bigger brassiere
But now you've got yourself in gear
after watching my example
As your older sister, you need not fear
because I know everything
May you enjoy your life at FORTY years.
Can you say Clairol?
I love you!
It doesn't rhyme. Think of better ending.