Yes, Happy Birthday
by me(whatever)
Ambushed from the stairs,
what more is there to say?
Strings of celebration,
although I hadn't caught reality,
Happy Birthday.
An unnoticed squeak in her hair,
a mutant orange for lunch,
a chocolate orange for pessimism,
December girl hanging with a pencil case,
Orange dress wearing a pink bathrobe,
a booklet of late mails, and a nostalgic song,
a promised illustration.
With the gifts wrapped in a list,
I gorge on my favorite foods once a year,
inhaling sushi with gusto,
sipping Udon,
all the while,
feeling quite spoiled.
Except,
of course,
we forgot the "cake".
Yes!!! I knew you would post it!!! That's awesome. Who needs cake anyway.
ReplyDeleteTrue. Who does? I only need chocolate.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, the sinfully celestial sweet.
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