Hot dogs, on a spool
John SimmerlingFebruary 1, 20111 min read
You must be mistaken
red headed young lassie
you got the dates wrong
from your mommy and daddy
You're two days past due
the 31st is much later
then when I first saw you
in that pink incubator
So go tell your brother
our Sonoran-like cook
he can look it all up
in his chemical books
And tell your plump sister
expecting and dizzy
baby T got it wrong
well, we know she's been busy
Your birthday's been ended
two days it's been past us
the baloons are all popped
shrunken and gas-less
but it was fun one, out here in Florida
we had a big cake, a big chocolate torte one
we sang happy birthday and jumped in the pool
and ate birthday bird hot dogs, right from the spool
Happy Birthday Meg!
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John Simmerling
Writer, poet, and artist. Exploring family stories, grief, love, and the small moments that shape who we are. Drawings from my mind.
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