Happy Birthday Little Danny

Dear Little Danny,

It’s your birthday, shout hoo-ray!

Your one more year older today.

A little bit wiser and closer to death,

Closer to hair out your ears, and foul smelling breath.

I’m guessing this day goes by in a whirl,

With presents from family, and kisses from girls.

Present from Mom, and Money from Dad,

A hug from Amanda, and a poem from Brad.

Why didn’t your brother get you a real gift?

Why, cause he wanted to give you a present with thrift.

Anyone can give you presents with class

But your brother Brad finds that to be crass.

He’d much rather give you something with style,

Something you’ll remember for more than a while.

A poem from the heart that goes to your head,

It’s all Brad can afford; he’s out of bread.

He spent all his money on the A/C in his truck

The week of your birthday, darn all the luck!

He wishes he could get you something real grand,

But it hot here in Vegas, he hopes you understand.

But a poem from Brad beats any gift,

It can make you feel better, give you a lift.

It doesn’t need batteries or fancy software,

It never breaks down; no need to repair!

Yes a poem from your brother’s a very fine thing,

Better than diamonds, it’s fit for a king.

So on this, your birthday, I want you to know,

I’m so glad you’re my little bro.

Happy Birthday Little Danny,

(Please girls, whack him on the fanny)