8 Months of Voyage ((Gabtastic or otherwise))

To my phat rodent,
from your fuzzy wuzzy bear:
I promise you I'll always
and forever be right there.

I remember you in everything,
from songs to s hit coloured dirt.
And I love you for every smile,
and I love you for every word.

Today is our eight months,
congratulations...bring on the champagne...
you just told me twenty minutes,
so forget this stanza.

I think I need to remind you
of jello world, and gabbyman.
Just because it's eight months,
just because I can.

Confession: I think you're amazing,
kind of an awesome boy.
And just for the hell of it, jesse...
I'm rhyming boy with coy.

Babby loves you very much,
I think you get the point.
Today is eight months, wesse...
and nothing rhymes with point.

**Happy 8th month of gabbyjessetasticvoyaging**
((It doesn't like that word either))