writing my feelings

I love my birthday badly will welcome my friends gladly they will come in twos and threes bringing along September breeze I do not like chocolate cake pie and cheeses is what I will make the gifts will pile up at the door there will be gag presents and much more I am a September baby, living her dream fulfilling my own wishes, poet supreme writing my feelings, down on a page showing my sassiness, my feelings and my rage. The words come so easily, and prettily too. You want to come to the party? Well, why don’t you? There is room for another guest always at my home. Where I currently sit, writing this little poem.