British Columbia, Canada
|Here it is again ~ January 24.
Poor ole Ron can't get out the door!
His poor old joints must creak and ache,
Snow piled high like icing on a cake.
Snowed in on his birthday ~ of all the days,
No signs of melting or warm sunny rays.
No mail they say is getting in or out.
I heard the lake is full of frozen trout!
Shucks, I had a gift for his birthday too,
Now I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
I'll have to keep his present now I guess.
I wanted it anyway, I really must confess.
I'll send him a kiss and a big hug too,
To warm his innards and lips of blue.
Wish him a birthday that's simply grand,
Even if that's not exactly what I planned.
I forgot to mail his card for the 100th time!
This is my apology put in a little rhyme.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY RON!
Thank you for being the gracious benefactor of this wonderful site, and mostly for just being you!