I'm thinkin' this is a poem,
a poem just for you!
Happy birthday, darlin'!
((That's the best Mrs. V accent I can do))
This poem's gonna be out there
sorta like you and me!
Remember when we went to the zoo
and found little Raffey?
Now's a time for random proofs,
substitution property!
And as the mayor, what I say goes!
even if you're from the Town of Gloomy.
I think we should scream super loud
and throw our books to the muskateers..
and while we're at it, let's have a sandwhich!
Meatballs sound good? Rootbeer and cheers!
Twinkle twinkle little star,
threesomes on a stage...
singing songs, and rocking out...
"Question, can you rephrase?"
Yes, Olivia, I am aware,
stage and rephrase don't rhyme.
But it IS your birthday poem
which means it's party time!
Uns Uns Uns...that's a stanza
all alone, in and of itself.
I don't really know what to rhyme with that
so I'm gonna have to say Sunshine!
Hey, you are my sunshine,
and I'm your cuppycake.
Don't you dare forget it!
Don't make no mistake.
Homey, now it's gansta..
this poem's almost done.
Hope you have a birthday grand
and I hope it's tons of fun.
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xoxoxoxoxox oliviaaaaa...we gotta go to lunch or icecream or the park at least for your birthday, alright? Call me when you read this. ^.^
