Roses are red,
Violets are... fuck,
I didn't want this poem to suck.
So how about this instead?
...I'll cut to the chase
and write this in it's place:
Happy birthday, to a wonderful soul
and may your life be cherries...in a bowl.
Aw brother, that didn't work at all,
But you know what'd help? ALCOHOL!
Now raise a cheer!
And let everyone hear!
[Insert name here] is a dear!
And older by one more year!
Happy birthday! :)
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