Well today is the day, as they say <br />not in March or September or May <br />that you party it up <br />at your poet fan club <br />I was going to write you a play. <br /> <br />But the gremlin that lives in my mind <br />who is tugging my ear from behind <br />he made sure I would lose <br />all the help from my muse <br />thus it follows I am in a bind. <br /> <br />So a limerick will have to do <br />it is nothing earthshaking or new <br />all the best to this girl <br />so, I'll give it a whirl <br />I'm sending my love to you. <br /> <br />************************************ <br />Did the chicken precede the egg, <br />your careful attention I beg <br />since no hen was around <br />to dropp eggs on the ground..? <br />(and I wouldn't be pulling your leg) . <br /> <br />Where the egg comes from is a big riddle, <br />so I asked the wise man with the fiddle, <br />and he said that each rabbit <br />makes egg-laying a habit <br />They come out of the hole in the middle. <br /> <br />Now you know that those chickens don't lay. <br />On the farm they go search in the hay <br />for the eggs left by hares, <br />in the end though, who cares <br />I will have my egg poached if I may.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/happy-birthday-mahnaz/