Happy Birthday From The Rotten Poet

To Tancy

It’s your birthday – a happy time of year
Memories of you are what I hold so dear
Diving for the volleyball or dribbling down the courts
I didn’t really know you, but that you loved your sports

Off we went to college – making separate friends
But now we find we made the same ones, so I guess it just depends
On how I see you now through your precious blogs
When I cry with laughter as you talk of bathroom clogs

We’ve a great deal in common now – mostly with the pounds
We’ll keep trying to lose them ‘til Doomsday comes around
I’ve come to treasure you, and on your shoulder always lean
My sporty, spirited friend – another rebel from Berean

Happy Birthday, Tancy!!!

And YES, I know it isn’t until tomorrow, but poorly written poetry waits for no woman.