The Birthday Girl
©2009 Susan Noyes Anderson
My favorite person in the world
happens to be this birthday girl.
She understands my every thought,
agrees with me more oft than not,
respects my shifting paradigm,
and likes to hang out any time.
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My favorite person in the world
happens to be this birthday girl.
She understands my every thought,
agrees with me more oft than not,
respects my shifting paradigm,
and likes to hang out any time.
A gaggle of giggling ghosts gathered gaily
to groan in the graveyard one night.
They glided so gracefully, Griggsby the groundskeeper
gasped at the glorious sight.
H aunted houses, eerie sounds
A ll the goblins gather round
L onely ghoulies stalk the night
L urking in the ghostly light
C
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RRR
IIIIIIIII
SSSSS
TTTTTTT
MMMMMM
AAAAAAAAA
SSSSSSSSSS
C H R I S T M A S
Cookies with red and green sprinkles on top
Holly and mistletoe, Mom kissing Pop
Ribbons to tie up each package with bows
Icicles, sleighbells, and Rudolph’s red nose
I’m thankful for my mother, and
I’m thankful for my dad.
I’m thankful for my sisters, and
for all the fun we’ve had.
Okay, I kinda like you, but
it’s really no big deal.
Don’t think I’m feeling all that stuff
those crazy poets feel.
You make my liver quiver
and my heartbeat change its pace.
You make my neck hairs shiver
and my brain waves lose their place.
I love you in the morning, and
I love you in the night.
I love you when you’re next to me
and when you’re out of sight.