Monday, February 14, 2011

Happy Birthday Buffalo!

I have known you quite a while,
When you write, you make me smile.
A special kiddo, I will probably keep,
If you buy me, something cool for my jeep.
It’s your birthday, I nearly forgot,
I searched online, but bought you squat.
Hope you don’t turn all bitter,
Since you’ve never really been a quitter.
I nearly quit, writing this verse,
Mind is blank, it’s a curse.
Soon, you will return to me,
Just please promise to not sit on my knee.
Happy Birthdy you young whipper-snapper. ( I know...that doesn't rhyme)

2 comments:

Cambrie said...

DAD!! what talents you've been hiding! I'VE never got poetry from you before!

Gramps said...

A far away daughter
but such a delight
I love her so much
and try as I might
convince her to live
with family close by
it is of no use
I no longer try
I'll enjoy every speck
of time she does spend
together with pa
and to her I'll send
my hugs and kisses
and other gross stuff
while my eyes water
and my nose I do snuff.