wan star was borned

Tha dark knight fell up on hern mam
As pain spred thru hern bawdy
She sed "oh ben, tha child is coming
Pleez stop with this house-warming pawty"

Tha baby sed "I'm not kwite reddy"
And thair began wan struggle
to git hern to bed w. wan bear de teddy
And then to rest and snuggle

They finally both agreed together
to push and make it end
To soak up sunny whether
and fresh air to help them mend

They screemed and hollered
When into tha room "she" entered
Pleez bet yourn last dollar
They felt relief and centered

Into that dark and inky night
A brightest star was born
She felt hern strength and then her might
He bragged for hern to toot hern horn:

"Wan star was borned todate
and now tha whirled will be better
somehow and 
probably even grate!"

Hoppy Brithdate, to you Ninjoke!

fram tha poet, beckon