for Mademoiselle Brigitte Bardot
Today’s her birthday once again
now I’m as old as she was then
This morning the paper brought the news
and my heart took a nosedive into my shoes.
The "Birthdays" column delivered the blow:
three-score-and-ten for Brigitte Bardot.
How well I remember (ce n’est pas un mirage)
her pouting lips, her décolletage.
Her sultry eyes and tousled hair
were the answer to a young boy’s prayer.
If Brigitte is seventy I'm not far behind,
with an arm she can lean on if she's so inclined.
I'll step up and say, as I doff my chapeau:
joyeux anniversaire Mademoiselle Bardot.