Our age is a gloriously stupid number
That means nothing to me, if you think about it
Then why do we care what stage of life’s lumber?
Age doesn’t mean anything other than one more annual hit
I am going to act like my shoe size, then we will have a great time
No more restrictions or responsibilities just for one day
Going back in time, being a pink party princess is not a crime
Against all of the odds, we will get the old toys and play
Balloons, party poppers and childish games that we all to enjoy
Without any regrets about our own choices and behaviours
We will never forget that our own thoughts of the bad smell of the boys
Today there is no more pain and suffering said the old saviours
Makeup is on the furniture and the new mirror white dressing table
Sweets and chocolate birthday cake is on every sticky surfaces
We can play games like, Hide and Seek with our sugar imagination in my childish fables
Chocolate and sweet messy smiles on our dirty faces
The little giggles to ourselves as we create mischief and mayhem as we run
Through the day with pure sugar running throughout our veins
Lots of rainbow colors fluorescent bubbles from a pink party gun
Grabbing all the party sweet, colourful sticky candy canes
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Author:
4wheels (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
A fun read that reveals a child like innocence. Lovely
Curiously, today is my birthday, and the poem couldn’t have come at a better time.
Happy birthday
Thank you so much¡
Mine was on the first, New Year’s Day
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