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.
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.
😀
Yay! Thanks, Lauren and Ribs! It’s already a great day, and it’s only 5:11am. Woo hoo!
Words, Words, Words, Words
No poets on this line conferd.
Xbox, Xbox, Xbox, Xbox,
Master champion, plays in his socks.
Haiku
I do not know you
Friend of Lloyd and Lauren too
Have a good one Brad
A Happy Birthday, Brad, to you.
Have fun today: turning forty-two.
Feet, feet, feet, feet,
Adores them & thinks his smell sweet.
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!)
Forty-two, forty-two, forty-two, forty-two,
That’s one more year for you.