A Birthday Message

Roses are red and violets are blue,
I wanted to make up a poem for you.
I asked my good David for inspirational food,
But he said, "Don't ask me now, coz I'm not in the mood.

I only know Cub songs, and they're always rude."
So I emailed to Fraser for thoughts that were good,
But he was tired from work for his job he must keep
So his best birthday thoughts were of junk food and sleep.

To Craig I turned then saying, "What shall I do?
Please think of something to get me out of this stew."
Craig replied, "Mum, your cooking is great,
But stew's not the thing for a nice 'birthday plate.'

So I telephoned Owen as I've often found
His ideas are clever and always abound.
But although he's a person I can usually rely on
He can only write rhymes when he has his blue tie on.

If Cancy, Monique or Moana were here
There would be no problem as they think in top gear
Creatively speaking they are away and flying
But I'm stuck on my own, so it's no good me sighing.
All I can say is that in every way,
We all wish to you a Happy Birthday!

Olive Redmond Apr 2001 Revised Aug 2005