Some Sons (A Birthday poem just for you) Some sons are polite and sweet. Some have nasty-smelling feet. Some join bands and play the drums. Others exercise their thumbs . . . Some do well in every class. Some delight in passing gas. Some are rude and awfully loud . . . And some sure make their family proud! (You're definitely one of those!) Happy Birthday, Son.
For a Special Birthday treat, Frankie, The Counting Canine, will stomp out your age with his foot. Okay, boy, go to it! Oh, no! You killed him! Mustve been too much for his poor little body to take. Oh, well . . . Happy Birthday, Anyway
Because you make me laugh so hard Because you're there for me even before I ask Because you always know the right thing to say Because you understand me even when I'm not making a whole lot of sense Because I don't know what I'd ever do without you... That's why our friendship means so much to me.