Two Deaths

Margaret Thatcher died And so did Mouseketeer Annette. Just one of them is somebody I never could forget. For she was part of childhood, In my home, just like a friend, Until she disappeared When Mickey Mouse Club had to end. Her movies didn’t thrill me; Seems like boys liked them the best, Which made me wish that someday I’d have something like her chest. I never did; yet she remains A vision from my youth, A Mouseketeer forever (Not my favorite one, in truth). So Thatcher’s long obituary Wasn’t one I read. Annette’s, which brought me to my past, Was what I read instead.