Happy Birthday Leah by Melanie Browne

I don't think
we have anything
in common

the fact is,
I don't even
know who the
hell you are

but you must be
pretty special

You're so special
someone wrote
Happy Birthday Leah!
on the back of your
car with white shoe

It makes me want
to find a filthy
and hurl the rest of my
Big-Mac into the

Leah I hate you so
much, I hope a bird shits
on your new
designer handbag

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Let me tell you, a poem like this will wake you up early on a Sunday morning. Has Ross read this? He'll be drooling.


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