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.
It's time for really random objects celebrating birthdays, yeah. Are you kidding? I love birthdays! I usually don't get many gifts for my birthday-- mostly just cash. Yeah, me too. I'd like to get a kitten for my birthday. I'm not really a dog person. I get so many birthday cards! There might even be one in here for you! I love birthdays, but I never get my own birthday I always have to celebrate it with you-know-who. Bleep! birthdays! Hey, hey, hey! Leave me alone! What's wrong with the mailbox on the corner? I'm in the prime of my life. I've still got plenty of time to accomplish...um, nevermind. OMG! I get so excited for birthdays! Hope your birthday is full of random fun!