My Dearest Nicole,
*clears throat*
There once was a girl named Persuasive, who came from the where gators live.
She makes me laugh all the time.
And shares song lyrics that rhyme.
And deserves a better b-day gift than I can give.
Um, there's a reason why I don't write poetry, but I wish you the bestest of birthdays in spite of the lameness of my sentiment. I love you to bits!
xoxo
Heidi
tuesdaymidnight
ReplyDeletea poem
Even on Monday, it's Tuesday
Although the calendar say it's not true.
But that is how we see it, that is what we say.
I'll repeat it until the face I'm blue.
Even at four, it's Midnight.
Or at least pretty close to it.
This I know to be right.
If you tell me different, I'll throw a fit.
What it comes down to is thank you.
I enjoyed your poem a lot.
If others don't agree, they'll rue
the day they said it was not.
the end