Wayno, Oh, Wayno...
Wherefore art thou Wayno?
This poem will be lamo,
But my love is like a ....volcano (?)
So here is my prose,
Though you'll want to turn up your nose.
You once gave me a rose
When you were a gardener with a hose.
Your birfday is here.
Let's all shout and cheer.
Your 40th is near.
I sure wish you could hear.
You're such a good dude,
Even when you're in a bad mood.
But don't give me 'tude
Cuz I feed you good food.
I love you, my sweet
(Except for your feet).
Marrying you was a treat,
You really are neat.
Here's to million more kisses
And Happy Birthday wishes
Before you sleep with the fishes.
I'm off to yell at the boys to do dishes!
I LOVE YOU, Baby! Happy 10th annual 29th Birthday!!!
10 comments:
That is the BEST poem! I love it! You make me laugh...LOL LOL LOL LOL....You should write a poem to each of us!!!!
Shanana, I can feel the love.
It's...
overwhelming.
Rarely have you typed with such potent beauty and depth of feeling!
Happy Birthday Wayne. You are one hot stud.
lol, a poem for each of us! i don't think she can think up that many lame poems.
He is still a punk! Forty is SO young. Happy Birthday.
"My love is like a volcano."
I LOVE IT! You're a funny lady with a gift for rhyme. (Most of the time.)
I don't think I left a comment, but the video with your nephew was heartwrenching. Thanks for posting it.
I love your very romantic and eloquent poem, Dear Shana. I'm so glad you love my son so much.
Here's a poem from yo mama, Wayne:
Love, love, love is everywhere...
In your pocket, in your hair,
On the carpet, in the car,
Take it with you, travel far.
Love is simple, love is hard,
Never leave it in the yard.
Always put it in your hat,
You'll never lose it doing that.
Keep love healthy, fresh and clean.
Use it up at Halloween.
Never let it go to sleep.
Wrap it up, its yours to keep!
Good, huh? Not as good as Shana's, of course. But it makes less sense.
Very nice, Mom.
Thank you all for your congratulations.
Signed,
Wayneman, a hot, studly, pushing-forty punk. ;)
Yup. That about sums me up.
Shanana,
never knew your poetry skills were so good.
Have you ever tried to get published? Cuz you should.
Your wit and humor are amazing.
Did you have to go through a dentistry hazing? (not too many things rhyme with amazing)
Although this poem is "lamo,"
You are a very lucky man, Wayno.
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