Benzeknees left this comment a while back:
Since hubby forgot my birthday last year, maybe I can at least get a birthday poem. December 4 is my birthday.
To ensure he doesn’t forget again, I have written a cautionary tale.
A poem sung to the tune of, When Santa got stuck up the chimney
When hubby forgot her birthday she began to shout:
You naughty boy won’t get any toys when your day comes about!
My birthday’s flat
My mood is black
My fist is itching, too
Because you forgot my birthday:
Yes you, yes you, yes you!
It was on the night of her Big Day
When Benzeknees began to sway
Into the chimney she pushed her bloke
He felt smothered, began to choke
Oh, what a terrible plight, no joke
She left him there all day
Her hubby she pushed up the chimney
He began to yell
I’m so sorry
But don’t you worry
I promise I’ll behave well!
My head was up there in the other where
I know it made you blue
I’ll no more forget your birthday
Love you, Love you, Love you!
Happy birthday, Benzeknees! Hope it does the trick.
If you would like a nonsense poem for your birthday, leave a comment with some details.