Whish I was there
Twiddling my fingers, don’t know what to write,
Especially as you’re over the horizon & outa sight
What will I do, what can a say………
I guess I can start, with happy birthday!
I tried, but found it a little bit hard,
To find and post you a birthday card.
So a poem instead I decided to write,
And plan to send with love on a magical kite.
Now I’m doing well & is on a roll,
But still feel like a man applying for parole
Wish I could magically transport myself over there
In order to look over the counter, with a shy little stare
This day should be special and end with some flair,
People around you, with party hats that care.
When the clock at twelve will strike,
I better find you singing, as if you had a mike.
The song should be jolly and a little bit gay,
Loud as hell, screaming it’s my birthday!
This joke was submitted by Christiaan de Wet.
(3 votes, average: 3.67 out of 5)
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