The briefest of celebratory woofs for the 16th (= 10h-th) birthday of Opal Eleanor Armstrong Zwicky, today:
You are young, Opal Eleanor, the old man said,
And your hair colors wander astray,
And now if you stand on your head, just right,
You’ll be 91 starting today.
Notes:
#1: From the Australian Opal Direct site: a purple Australian opal from Opalton QLD
“Father William”: a burlesque of Lewis Carroll — the Carroll being itself a parody of a Robert Southey didactic poem
hair color: Opal’s hair has flirted with various colors, most often flashes of purple
The old man is but 79-going-on-80, still far from 91, but his hair is indubitably white. He does not stand on his head at all, much less incessantly.
March 5, 2020 at 7:02 am |
How about balancing an eel on the end of his nose? (I’m assuming that back-somersaults are right out.)
March 5, 2020 at 7:13 am |
My nasal eel-balancing is not what it once was. And, frankly, it was always a bit unsteady.