My Birthday
As my birthday draws near,
Three weeks after Christmas,
Not much time to prepare.
No ideas for presents,
Don’t need any more winter things,
Too early for summer things.
I go through this every year,
Always get the cake sorted before anything else,
I hate having my birthday so close to Christmas.
I always get there eventually,
Quicker if people don’t constantly ask,
If they do, it goes slowly.
09/01/22
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