A Birthday Poem ~ Rough Draft

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 *insert picture*

But now you've got yourself in gear after watching my example

As your older sister, you need not fear because I know everything

For you, I will always be near. much to the dismay of your husband

May you enjoy your life at FORTY years. Can you say Clairol?

I love you! It doesn't rhyme. Think of better ending.