The next doodle shows a group of people standing around a birthday cake.
The Birthday
He went and bought a birthday card
And sent it to himself
And when the postman brought it,
He put it on the shelf.
He wrapped himself a birthday gift
And tied it with a bow.
He feigned delight on opening
And cried, "How did you know?"
He baked himself a birthday cake,
For each year lit a candle,
And made the wish he always made
To lead a life of scandal.
He sang himself a birthday song
And finished with a cheer.
He opened up the fridge, then sat
And drank a can of beer.
He gave himself the birthday bumps -
The task was rather vexed
But tradition is tradition and
The bumps were what came next.
He allowed himself a birthday treat
And stayed up rather late,
Played Windows hearts and solitaire
And whispered, "Ain't life great!"
William Labov, RIP.
6 hours ago
3 comments:
much felt, very good.
I thought so too. Isn't there something earlier in a similar vein about a Christmas card or a Valentine card or something? I read it out to people at work I remember. How's that for promotion?
What can I say.
It's a recurring theme.
Sometimes it stays light and humorous but it occasionally turns darker. One of these days I'll post "Spring Song/Don't Jump" a poem from quite a few years ago and show you the theme at its bleakest.
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