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.