Happy birthday poems (that I mashed into one)

Dear fellow Netflix lover,
I can’t claim 
to be able to spell
Either your first or last name.

But what I can say is:
I don’t know what I’d do
If I couldn’t smash birdies,
In Fit for Life, at you!

You are April
That brings showers
To my May
Full of flowers

Anyeonghaseo
always replaces “hi”
I always smile too much
When you are nearby

You believed in me,
Before I believed in myself.
So even though we’re very, very different,
Our friendship speaks for itself.

You know what you want,
And how you’re going to get there.
Remember little old me,
Future hotel management extraordinaire!

I suck at writing poems,
But i have nothing to do.
Get some hotpot today,
Happy birthday to you!
 

amaryllis

CA

YWP Alumni

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