SHE







SHE

She
wokked up tha hill
lungs gentile and relaxed

She
Did the spredsheet
mind fokussed and pinched

She
Droved tha car
eyes strong on tha rode

She
stretched & moved her hips
than reached for tha bag of ships(salted winegar)

She
typed ckeckkkeckkk
and her fone ranged
tina at hern beck

She
sed "tell him brag now"
he kuldnt tho he tried somehow

She
tried on pants, skirts
to show them why she should wear a burq(a)
(forn werk)

She
lokked tha door
and hogged pupkorn lake a hoar

She nit
things for tha wurld
Not him, tho he wuld wair a swetter purled

She
helps us all
even this lil furball

HOPPY 50TH BRITHDATE TO YOU!!! fram BUTTOON B PECK

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