44 is an interesting number.
Not really; I have to say that to convince you to read on.
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It is a band, +44. They have a song called When Your Heart Stops Beating, but I don’t think Debbie is ready to hear that yet, especially on her birthday; I’ll try another song of theirs, to Make You Smile.
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44 are the first two digits in any telephone call to Britain from the rest of the world. Call me.
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The movie Cowboys & Aliens got a Rotten Tomato rating of 44%. I have no idea what that means.
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4400 people were turfed out of an alien spaceship on Sky TV once, having been abducted over about fifty years. I’d tell you about it but I was bored by the end of the first series and never cared enough to find out why. Hope that doesn’t happen to Debbie; it would spoil her birthday party.
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There is a £44 supplement for an extra night with Mercure Auckland if you extend your Australia trip to New Zealand for 1 or 3 nights. I spend too much time on the internet.
Debbie told me she was born on ‘January 1st, like the racehorses. My Mum had a terrific New Year’s Eve as you can imagine.’ If her Mum was in a hospital with racehorses, I imagine she did have a terrific New Year’s Eve.
Debbie also told me, ‘If you write me a poem, I will not appreciate the fact that Deb rhymes with pleb. Just so you know.’
Deb, Deb, Deb…you should know better than to hand me a loaded gun.
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A Birthday Poem For Deb
Deb knows a girl
who spends too much time on the web.
What a pleb.
Not Deb: the girl
who lets her thoughts unfurl
like a sausage curl.
It makes Deb want to hurl.
Happy Birthday to your friend Deb! I will never see 44 in the same way again.
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I have no idea who Deb is but Happy Birthday Deb!
Try and remind me that it is my daughter’s birthday on the 4th.
No wait…don’t…hell have just worked out…she will be 45…think there is a blog there somewhere.
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Now that I can’t wait to read 🙂
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Happy Bday to Debbie! 🙂
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Brilliant birthday poem for Deb and happy birthday to Deb!
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I was okay until I got to the sausage hurl. Happy Birthday Deb. With a friend like Tilly……
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😀
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haha! that poem is too cute. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEB!!!
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Many happies to Deb. It is also my s-i-l’s birthday today -41 I think – he is my daughter’s toy boy. That poem was a corker. If I were you, Tilly, I would find a good lawyer.
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😀 😀
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Poor Deb! You had to bring in pleb!
Well, she was neb-ber born in Feb,
She doesn’t ebb, and you’ve put the Web –
Still, you would have got a better score
With rhymes all based on forty-four!
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I tried; really I did. Nothing came. Anyway, telling me not to write something is like asking a vampire not to feast on humans…oh, wait, it can be done…
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Hippy Nude Jeer! … Let me read that again …
Harpy Knew Cheer! … Let me read that again …
Hoppy Gnu Ear! … Let me read that again …
Oh, Happy New Year!
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Put that alcohol down and step away from the rhyme!
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Hilarious as always Tilly! Happy New Year to you and yours!
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And to you! Nice to see you here again 🙂
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I loved the poem to Deb – Happy Birthday to Deb!
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Hre you go: 44 facts for 44 presidents
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This was awesome! Thanks 🙂
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I’m a bit late. Again. So Happy Belated Birthday Debbie. Hope you had a fabulous day.
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I would be delighted to call! Just give me your numbers that follow the “44.” I will give you my address so you can send me some Malteasers. I would love to try some. You make them sound so good!
Happy 2012! Talk to you soon. . .
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…Send you Maltesers…do you not know me at all??
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Actually I have come to know you pretty well! I just noticed that I forgot to include the “uh-huh” and smiley in my comment. I know my address is a safe secret with you – at least as far as Malteaser-mail goes. . .
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Happy Birthday to your friend and a Happy New Year to you and yours too! 🙂 ♥Happy ♥New ♥Year ♥ & TY for the blog love and delightful connection! 🙂
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I have only just seen this. Hilarious! Thank you Tilly! And thanks to everyone else for their birthday wishes too! 🙂 I have never had a blog post written about me before, let alone a poem. Actually I recall did have a boy write me a poem once, many many years ago.Here it is (spelling and grammar his, not mine)
Roses are red
Voilets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And so are Debbie
I didn’t go out with him.
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What a sweet poem!
So glad you enjoyed the post 🙂
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