An Ode to Tilly Bud: the worst birthday poem ever

by Janie Jones

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Thinking of you today, dear Tilly, and sending sincerest wishes:

May your day be filled with good friends, loving family and slobbery dog kisses,

May your box of Maltesers over floweth,

And may the sun shine where ever you go-eth!

May your tea kettle freely flow,

May the pile of crumpled wrapping paper grow.

May you grow old and wise,

(Though I feel a need to clearly emphasize,

That’s not to imply that you are still young),

And have travels far-flung.

For ever and always, I hope life treats you well,

In short, have a birthday that’s totally swell.

2 Comments to “An Ode to Tilly Bud: the worst birthday poem ever”

  1. Thank you, Janie; I love it! If you ever become disillusioned with biology (as opposed to studying biology), you definitely have a career with Hallmark πŸ™‚

    Thank you again xx

  2. Reblogged this on The Laughing Housewife and commented:
    I’ll blog details about yesterday tomorrow; but today, here’s the best poem I’ve ever read πŸ™‚

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