A Birthday Poem...for me, by me.

It was MY birthday, so I demanded no fog and some sun.

We all got in the car, and head for a place that insured fun.

Across the bridge we did travel, for warmth we did seek...

God Dammit dad! They're my presents, just let me peek!

"Uppy!" I demanded, and my mom she did run.

Mom knows that when my feet hurt, my walking time is done.

We ate, we drank, we partied so gay...

But once all were gone, it was the train with which I sought to play.

Now, it's not to late, you still can be forgiven.

But the longer you wait...the larger the present that must be given!