Houses were her fascination,
So I used imagination.
I wrote the his’try I could see,
The his’try that they spoke to me.
I helped with problems at AP,
And then she wrote a poem ‘bout me.
She said that I was old and bald,
But I still answered when she called.
We kid sometimes that she’s annoying,
But her friendship I’m enjoying.
Those prior lines are irony,
And also they’re BAD poetry.
This final stanza holds the theme,
The words that I would like to scream,
The words that go to you from me,
So HAPPY BIRDAY JeannieD!
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Adding your comment:
But onlt I could call you poppy ok?
And funny 
You are the bestest! I am SO honored to receive this wonderfully delightful birthday poem from you!! Thank you so much. You have definitely brought a smile to my face and heart.
