I miss everything. There just ain't enough time in the day. Karen, I wrote you this poem. *clears throat*
Dear Karen you are so old
When I think of you I think of mold
On your birthday please be bold
In your desire to search for a drink to hold
I wrote you this poem, so you've been told
I loved when you danced up and down that pole
I sent you some money, in which I stole
A night on the town was my goal
But from that in my pocket is a hole
But for you on your birthday, I'd pay any toll
Okie dokie. HAPPY BIRTHDAY (late late late birthday)