GINORUS

 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.