She wrote herself a poem on the twitters !
Dear Lort, today I am 80 and there’s much resistance I have yet done. I hope dear Lort, you’ll let me live until I’m 81.
I hope and pray for a wave of blue, can you let me stay awhile, until I’m 82?
So many taxes I want to raise, so many anthems to spend on my knee, do you think you could manage to let me see 83?
All the chants I’ve yet to deliver, all the wigs I’ve yet to wore, I’d like it very much to live to 84.
And if by then I’m still alive, then I’d like to say Impeach 45.
In North Crimea they use chopsticks, Help me Jesus to be 86.
I know, dear Lort, it’s nice in heaven, But let me be representin’ til I’m 87.
I do like pearls, especially on a gate, heaven can wait I wanna be 88.
I’m not dumb, like some say, Who be dumb if they can rhyme? I’ll be chantin’ and rhymin’ at 90.
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