#9, #9, #9, #9, #9, #9

How's this?

You've finally hit 9,
Oh Dear Little Maggie,
I've become so excited,
I'm sure I will gaggie.

But what happens when you're 80,
Oh Dear Little Maggie,
When your wrinkles are many,
And your rear starts to saggie?

It won't be so happy,
Oh Dear Little Maggie,
When the neighborhood kids,
Call you Little Old Haggie.

And then when you're 90,
Oh Dear Little Maggie,
Your legs start to fail,
And you can't play taggie.

You think it's tough now,
Oh Dear Little Maggie,
When there's chores to do,
And your parents start to naggie.

Just wait til 100,
Oh Dear Little Maggie,
And your BIG, HAIRY TAIL,
Stops going waggie!!!

-- Crazy Pete
Team F*U*N Poet Lariat