Ode To Cruella De Ville

When my ex boss, Cruella de Ville (aka the Breast Milk Chick), turned fifty I wrote her a poem. If I wasn’t such a pussy I would have actually given it to her too. She was a sorry, sour-faced little shrew.


Wow, fifty
How nifty
But how thrifty
Except when shopping for oneself

Fifty today
Hip hip hooray
You don’t look a DAY
Over sixty

Boy you’re saggy
Your eyes are baggy
I don’t mean to braggy
But we’re all younger than you

Will you party tonight?
What a fabulous sight
Be careful you might
Put your hip out or something

You’re no spring chicken anymore
You might end up very sore
My God, look at your pores
Get the botox out now

So you’re creative billing
And your skin you are filling
With poison – how chilling
And you still look like a pig

So hope your birthday is fun
You might not have another one
You’ll soon be as old as the sun
But you’ll never be as hot.


4 Responses to “Ode To Cruella De Ville”

  1. pistols at dawn Says:

    Nicely played. This song always makes me think of the Replacements’ drunken version of it, which is less than good.

    “You don’t look a day over sixty” – well done. And if you’d given it to her, she wouldn’t have even noticed.

  2. The Guv'ner Says:

    Wait a minute – The Replacements did a version of MY POEM??? HUH? They have a song called “you don’t look a day over sixty”? You’re hurting my head! 🙂

  3. pistols at dawn Says:

    “Cruella Deville, Cruella Deville, la la la la, no one else will.” I assume it’s from the movie, or else they went out of their way to write a song about the evil woman in a Disney movie, and that makes them much less rocking.

  4. The Guv'ner Says:

    You are right, that would be totally unacceptable. SELL OUTS.

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