Today is meant to be your day
a celebration of your birth,
balloons and banners all the way
a song of mirth.
A box that’s square and plain and brown
the contents are as yet unknown,
to raise a smile, perhaps a frown
I’ll set the tone.
At fifty you have reached the age
surprises can be big or small,
a man who’s learnt to turn the page
and heed the call.
In your brown box I thought I’d place
some seaside rock for you to suck,
I know just what will light your face,
a rubber duck.
This empty box may have no use
but filled with words and love from me,
now have some fun there’s no excuse
and have some tea!
Honorable mention
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