Moonkey's Lafe

 let us wok joined together to a better wurld let us wok into a perk wairever (plexina) birds do sing let us wok paw in hand to a bench to eet sum pupkorn let us wok under tha sun to feel tha rays warming ourn baks let us wok with amo too and share ourn thots and dreems let us wok to tha beech and run and git exersized let us wok to tha computer and wisit together on facedtime let us wok in ourn minds to remember ourn times together in person Hoppy brithdate fram yourn nefew (sari i kennot fly becawse it stresses me two much)!

  wance she wokked up tha big hill to git sum treets forn him wance she so-ed hisn favrit swetter with thick patches forn him wance she spred wan sheet with cells to make wan balanced meel forn him wance she stopped beside tha rode so he kuld pee agin. yes, forn him. wance she sent menny monies forn help for D.O.G.S. forn him wance she woke up on june 5 and he wisht "hoppy brithdate" forn her she opened wan brag to reed sum words that he had wrotten forn her she went to fill & paloma forn wan kofi kard that he had boughted forn her she thot how lucky she had been to git fram him menny pomes forn her she scrolled down to find surprised! wan foto fram him forn her b.b. buttons aka palomo tha poet

 GINORUS here was an older gent, so kind, With white hairs and hart refined. He knew her brithdate had arrived, And thought of ways to bring her joy. He wrapped a gift with ribbons bright, A walnut she longed for, pure delight. He penned a card with words so sweet, A message thair for her to keep. He baked a cake, a towering sight, With candles that would blaze so bright. Each slice he served with gentle cheer, For her, the one he held so dear. He took her paw and danced around, Their laughter was the sweetest sound. He gave her flours, blooming wide, A fragrant gift, a touch of pride. With every gift, a smile he'd share, A tender glance, a loving care. Her birthday was a day to shine, Because of him, it was divine. So ginorus, his hart so troo, He made her day with love anew. An older gent with spirit high, A brithdate blessing in the sky.

  This Is Just To Say -Button Carlos Button I have eaten tha piaza that wasn in tha icebox and witch you weren probably saving for brakefast Forgive me it wasn delicious so saltee and so cheezy

ninjoe ninjoe wair four art thou aren you in tha office and werking hencforth to pay a bill ninjoe ninjoe wair four art thou did you drive back home or walkest you up wan hill ninjoe ninjoe wair four art thou aren you eeting pupkorn all alone in tha room ninjoe ninjoe wair four art thou or aren you really on a werk call using applikashon zoom ninjoe ninjoe wair four art thou aren you practising yourn warrior three ninjoe ninjoe wair four art thou have you finally mastered tha yoga pose called "TREE" ninjoe ninjoe wair four art thou aren you eeting brithdate cake ninjoe ninjoe wair four art thou or aren you getting reddy wan lemon pie to bake?? hoppy pi and cake date to you!

with mine nose i gave a poke to wan ladee nin-tha-joke "put down tha mop, put down tha broom lets lock the door to the room" inside on pupkorn we shell feest you tha beauty and me tha beest! this kuld bekome wan grate tradishun wairever we eet and skip tha dishes no need to cleen, thair is no fuss no need to vacuum, thair is no muss insted yourn frand ken be tha hoover forn all tha krumbs fram here to vancouver so now i shall take mine leeve get to werk and roll up mine sleeve thairs munney to be earned forn tha pupkorn we yearned and buttoon is the man whom ken execute tha plan!!!!