Birt-Day Boy

Happy Birt-day husband!

Take a look at that cute, little guy.  I think it's safe to say you've grown up a bit...

I thought long and hard about what to write to you today.

First, I thought a nice, heartfelt letter telling you how much I love you and how special you are would do the trick...

Then, I thought a poem would be great!  You've written several for me, but I've only done one for you, and what better place to write you one than right here?

At last, I arrived at my final decision.  I thought it was only too fair to return the kind, little diddy you created for my birthday.

Ahem, cough cough.

I don't know, but I've been tooold,
Jered Flinkman's gettin' old!

He can't hear, and he can't see;
He's getting awfully wobbly.

He likes saying that he's young,
Now he'll have to bite his tongue.

He wears his mesh shorts up real high,
And he hobbles around like a real old guy.

Now that he is twenty-six,
His bones will snap like little sticks.

He wears tall socks with his shoes,
And his hair, he's starting to lose. (JK sir, JK)

He sits outside and plays his harp,
Then tans his squirrel on an ol-d tarp.

He threw his back out playing ball,
He could hardly move at all.

Ok, I won't go on for as long as you did.  I'm not that cruel.  (Or as clever as you.)

Well, dear husband, I must cut this letter short.  I have some secret, birt-day business to attend to... See you after work!

Love,

Aimee