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Got the birthday blues,
but I’ll wear a happy face
while dressed in my best.
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In party of one,
I will entertain myself
by cooking a feast.
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After I say grace,
food on my prettiest plate,
I will dine in style.
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Attuned to the blues,
and a croon from Ol’ Blue Eyes,
Moody Blues for me.
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When the thrill is gone,
I’ll let my midnight special
serve up a spoonful.
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Temptation taunts me:
trio of guilt-wrapped choc’lates...
and then there were none.
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Author Notes
Author's Note:
Being alone for my birthday today, I pretended I was entertaining a group of friends. I got dressed nicely in proper clothes (out of my pyjamas for a change), and cooked a meal fit for guests. I was delighted to discover a bottle of wine on my back doorstep as a surprise gift from my next-door neighbours, and another nearby friend delivered a handmade mask as a present.
Those among you who like music will recognise references in the above poem to Frank Sinatra, the Moody Blues, and blues music song titles: The Thrill is Gone, Midnight Special, and Spoonful.
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