Jacob’s Birthday Poem
February 15, 2011
Happy birthday, Jacob.
Another year the same:
Presents bought beat those made,
Cuz ‘made’ is pretty lame.
If you find cards-crafted
In your booty pile
Make sure there’s finger-pointing
At those with ‘crafty’ style.
You know as well as I do
That, to buy stuff, there’s still time;
And that is why I paid a bum
Three dollars for this rhyme.
I hope your birthday wishes
Come to full fruition,
But if you need to you can
Sell this poem for tuition.
Là breith sona dhuit!
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