Peter Blegvad, from “The Unborn Byron”:
Spread the word, tomorrow morn
A future poet shall be born.
From my mother I shall fall
Into the womb that holds us all.
My life shall be a meteor
Which generations shall adore.
For my unbuttoned liberty
The unborn will remember me.
Mr Key, from “The Tiny Newborn Mr Key”:
1959, this very morn
The tiny Mr Key was born
He was a full month premature
When he knocked his fist upon the door
Of the world beyond his mother’s womb
A tiny bright spark in the gloom
And soon the words poured out of him
They pour out still, with ceaseless vim.
Happy Birthday Mr Key. You certainly picked a nice day for it.
HB Mr K. We’re all the better for your Ceaseless Vim. Good job you weren’t born to Seamless Vice.
Happy Birthday Frank. Here is a birthday poem, I hope you like it, as you will get nothing else. It is in the form of a Haiku-Plus:
Had I had known, I
would have had a beer.Alas,
the cupboard was bare, so I
had my southern fried chicken and curly fries with water.