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Author: Xuewen
Fiction Rated: K - English - Humor/Poetry - Reviews: 1 - Published: 11-17-05 - Updated: 11-17-05 - id:2051220

To wish Her a Happy Birthday


A/N: Hey, y'all. This is a poem I had written for my cousin, she’s turning 17 on the 17th of April; what a coincidence! Anyway, enjoy, and review!


Verse 1:

Now...Shakespeare, Byron I am not,

Of their writing styles I know aught.

But here I am (struggling) anyway,

To write a poem for your birthday.

Verse 2:

O! Woe is me, a barful strife!

Heavens above, I know not what to write.

To do a rhyme, of green eggs and ham,

Or write a verse, and ramble about rams?


(After all, you’re one.)


Verse 3:

Or — wait— perhaps, I might start a haiku?

Three short fluffy lines about the zoo!

But that’s balderdash, honestly,

Who cares about zoos when you have lollies?

Verse 4:

Or mayhap a limerick is in store,

Five simple lines to be enjoyed by all.

Yes, I know it is nonsense,

But that is just the purpose,

Admit it, you’re having a ball!

Verse 5:

Or maybe I’ll just do a song,

And serenade you all day long.

Singing of sweet intoxication,

Yowling of savouring sensation,

Humming of angels and demons,

Crooning of Gabriel and Satan.

Verse 6:

But that’s just too religious for my tastes,

And I’m tempted to rhyme this with carbohydrases.

Ah, darn, I know this is rubbish,

But put up with me, there’s something you’ll relish.

Verse 7:

Bah! Ridiculous, you say,

Nonsense, utter fustian, pray!

What, you cry, in the world are you writing?

It’s worse than Wordsworth on a binge!

Verse 8:

Oh, but my dear girl, 'tis easy to read,

Wouldst thou hast me to write like 'tis?

I prithee, pray not, indeed.

For I wouldst die from the risk.

Verse 9:

There you are, is that long enough?

No? I can continue, please don’t huff!

I’ve now a bit of writer’s block,

But it’s curable, please don’t mock!

Verse 10:

I can talk about Little Ms Muffet for ages,

And about Jack and Jill’s silly rages.

About the old woman in the shoe’s surliness,

And about Georgie Porgie’s cheekiness.

Verse 11:

But that’s not what you want to hear,

I know that for a fact, my dear.

So I’ll simply say,

This uncomplicated phrase:

Happy Birthday.


A/N: Good? Bad? Tell me in your reviews!



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