Brad, Brad, Brad, Brad,
Happy Birthday, you’re so rad!
Plants, plants, plants, plants
You yearn for spring, but not for ants.
Donuts, donuts, donuts, donuts,
You can’t eat them, hence you go nuts.
Friends, friends, friends, friends,
We’ll write some poems ’til day ends.
Ribs says
Neat poem Lauren. And Happy Birthday Brad!
Only problem is that in my accent the second verse goes like this:
Plarnts, plarnts, plarnts, plarnts
You yearn for spring, but not for ants.
😀
Brad says
Yay! Thanks, Lauren and Ribs! It’s already a great day, and it’s only 5:11am. Woo hoo!
Lloyd says
Words, Words, Words, Words
No poets on this line conferd.
Peggy says
Xbox, Xbox, Xbox, Xbox,
Master champion, plays in his socks.
A-net says
Haiku
I do not know you
Friend of Lloyd and Lauren too
Have a good one Brad
Kristi says
A Happy Birthday, Brad, to you.
Have fun today: turning forty-two.
Peggy says
Feet, feet, feet, feet,
Adores them & thinks his smell sweet.
Jill J says
Brad, Brad, Brad, Brad
Happy Birthday, 42 is not. so. bad
( I don’t know you but I’m 42! and a friend of Laurens from HS!)
Lauren's dad says
Forty-two, forty-two, forty-two, forty-two,
That’s one more year for you.