Dafort, Dafort, Dafort
I thought your real name was Dafort
Soon I found out it was really Dionisio
Your name was just fourth in the family
But Dafort, Dafort, Dafort
I'll be talking about birthdays not history.
This poem might give you some comfort
About how I think you are is the story.
Dafort, Dafort, Dafort
I'm knowing you and what I see may be true
You are a real athlete for you are a sport!
You accept defeat and you never lose hope!
Optimism, you have that word!
You pull people from shallow desperations.
By your cheery encouragements and efforts,
People get back their natural smile.
Dafort, Dafort, Dafort
I think you are also funny
It's a question why others think you're sometimes corny
You're jokes so shallow but succeed to make it silly
Entertaining, that should best describe you!
You could be a person's personal clown
putting their hearts in a joyous mood.
I felt that once and you shooed my frown!
Dafort, Dafort, Dafort,
I should be talking about birthdays; but
I end up talking about you're qualities
yet somehow connected; I know, a new year for you will be much better!
Now Fifteen and you still look like a cute baby
But as you grow and mature, you're talents are becoming extraordinary!
You're maturing and everyday improving
You're precocious and you learn to share it.
The meaning of this poem may seem mixed up
but everything is about you and your birthday.
I hope you have a wonderful year ahead
and to end this poem, I have to say: Happy Birthday!
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The poem should be about his birthday but while I'm writing I realized that Im describing him :)) although at the end I talked about his birthday. I hope you still like it!
My co-bowler and my close friend: Dafort Diokno. Dafort is only a nickname :)). Happy Birthday!
