To Meme or not to Meme — that is the question.
‘Tis it noble to spew facts in an online confession?
Or take arms against pork? Or suffer what’s in a handbag?
And ay—here’s the rub—it begins with a Tag.
Do you care that Bossy has varicose veins?
Or tells her husband she composts while ditching fruit down the drain?
If you must know she’s a yeller, who chews her toothbrush to bits,
And jogs three miles a day if the weather permits.
Also: Bossy can’t blog unless she’s wearing her bra:
She can’t think without one — blah blah priggish blah.
Bossy’s five-foot-eleven and takes one heart pill a day
And she highlights her hair to cover new grey.
Bossy lost two dear friends who were funny as get out
Johnny Sacks and Ileen – consider this your Meme shout-out
These friends whisper to Bossy while she is writing
(And they sit on her shoulders to make her humor more biting.)
Every night Bossy falls asleep watching TV.
To sleep: perchance to dream she is napping, you see.
If sleep were like Med School, Bossy’d have her M.D.
Because there’s little that Bossy enjoys like good Zs.
Unless someone brings up the subject of wine
About this she’s not picky… Thunderbird — oh that’s fine…
Of course Bossy is poor and on the Oprah Debt Diet
She’s not one to save so she thought that she’d try it.
Anyway: Bossy’s not certain how many Meme facts she shared
Thankfully for the most part her
fans fan she spared
‘Cause when someday Bossy shuffles off this mortal coil
She’ll know most of her Meme Dirty Laundry’s left soiled.