For Reece Beckett
Happy Birthday
From a weird old bird holding a balloon
We have ducks with nuts in the land down under,
But we don’t have nuts on geese,
And I don’t have a clue who you are,
But happy birthday, Reese!
If we’d e’er been introduced,
And had been pleased to meet,
In hours I’d never know your face,
From your buttocks, or your feet.
There’s times I wander down the street,
Naked as a jay,
Greeting neighbours with a wave,
Enjoying brand new day.
But just for you I’m fully clothed,
Got on my birthday suit.
It’s wrinkled, crinkled, needs an iron —
Yet I’m lookin’ pretty cute.
I know you young ‘uns love a rage,
Drink, dance the night away,
So I got dressed up just to say
Have an awesome bloody day!
Sadie Seroxcat prompted:
Will Hull has been limericking again — Yay!
Some more of my nonsense (: — Ahh, that’s where my clothes went)
