Happy Birthday King o the Balon claninski!!
Taking Matthew's incredible cue - let's begin the poem...
Each must contribute rhyming lines of Birthdayness.
The King of the clan
is a supa dupa man
He's a big dreamer
resistant to dairy in his steamers...
Each must contribute rhyming lines of Birthdayness.
The King of the clan
is a supa dupa man
He's a big dreamer
resistant to dairy in his steamers...
posted by Larky Park at
3:04 PM
17 Comments:
Walking with his King
Don't worry bout a thing
He's seen him through
Many a day of poo poo.
he's tan and white
round and thin
living his life
as a mexican
Takes me on walks
funny silly jokes...
smiles when he talks
Tickles, wrestles and pokes
Cedar
He'll teach you dis
He'll preach you that
He's got more hair
than Arafat
zach
he kept his kids quiet
on long car trips
using lollipops, smarties
tootsie rolls, chips
he takes me to the park
he takes me to the park
he takes me to the park
he takes me to the park
Rollin with the fam
eating lots of spam
hitting us some balls
genes to make us talls
He done run off wit' my sister
Down to ol' Mexoco
Now her 'n' preachin' mister
Is woikin' wit de po'
The Five Fingers of Death:
He's got you on the ground
You think your safe and sound
But then all of a sudden
The fingers, they be coming
not one or two, but five
How they seem to thrive
You scrape and crawl and roar
But all they want is more
Those two fingers are looking
You feel your temp,it's cooking
Give up my friend. I know the end.
Those mighty five have struck again.
zach
He's the driver of vans
with dish pan hands
A worker of words
A whistler to birds.
senor papa dice...
when i realized
that i'd been blogladized
somewhat immortalized
in my poetic family's eyes
i certainly was happy
i'm not beyond a little sappy
i'm glad you love your pappy
hope no one's feeling crappy
ps. love you too Rick!
he's really cool
he doesn't drool
while swimming in a pool
in the land of grool.....
pretty good huh? sorry, too much Dr Seuss. :)
l.
Yeow! There's the poetic family, and then there's me. Guess I shoulda called on the big day.
What????
Woiken wit de po?
Sheer genious.
ditto dat
Rick - there's melody in your words that have no need of music...
Happy Big fat Birthday Dad - - we love you!
IS there an address or phone # available to contact you two at?
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