To Sheila on her Birthday

Here's a tale of an S. Tanenblatt
Who's life has begun to fall flat
Her new car is busted
At her job she's disgusted
And she probably thinks that she's fat

And her long list of woes does not cease
For her home is no haven of peace
It's filled up with toys
And two really cute boys
Who's jumping and noise don't decrease

Now she's driving a real piece of crap
She's probably ready to snap
And the very last thing
She wants acknowledging
Is that her birthday's again on the map

So Sheila we won't make a fuss
No presents or parties from us
But please just let us say
Have a happy birthday
That's the last of it we will discuss!