The Terrible Twenty-Five

I cannot believe that I am turning twenty-five. I never thought I would see her . . . I thought there was a cross-road, and that we would have waved across the path- and then twenty-five would have passed me . . . I never meant to see her face. Physically, I feel much, much younger than this number sounds, but perhaps my fancy has just expanded it. Twenty-five looks to be such a round, heavy figure, and I have seen her every movement; every feature in broad daylight has expanded!  Perhaps, her dress needs to be tailored . . . for she he has indeed outgrown the body. In addition to this, she has awful mannerisms- I have never met anyone so obtrusive. Every time I turn around, she keeps singing this same song in my ear. I can't stop listening. It sounds something like, 'you are old, old, old, old, old, old!'