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It's that time of year, it's happening again. So I've written a little poem, for my weird and wacky friend.
You might have dodgy salad taste, and going slightly grey. Your typing is questionable at times, but I like you anyway.
Not suggesting you're now old, but when you cough you wee. As for your boobs, whilst still useful, they hang down to your knees.
Gone are the day's of dressing up, with a feather in your hat. Instead you sit at home and type how much you hate fluffing cats.
I hope you have a great Birthday you deserve the best of times. You have to have this poem as I can't find a rotary line.
Now go away and celebrate try not to scratch your tit.
Happy Birthday JoJo, you funny ,daft old git. x
You might have dodgy salad taste, and going slightly grey. Your typing is questionable at times, but I like you anyway.
Not suggesting you're now old, but when you cough you wee. As for your boobs, whilst still useful, they hang down to your knees.
Gone are the day's of dressing up, with a feather in your hat. Instead you sit at home and type how much you hate fluffing cats.
I hope you have a great Birthday you deserve the best of times. You have to have this poem as I can't find a rotary line.
Now go away and celebrate try not to scratch your tit.
Happy Birthday JoJo, you funny ,daft old git. x