Birthday poem

Well here it is,

 today you're eight

we get to circumnavigate

the year just passed

 it was a blast

(well mostly) but we'll let that pass.

Let's see, how 'bout your favorite stuff,

are they the same

have you had enough

of music (country)

red, white and blue,

Treehouse stories 52?

Is pizza still your favorite dinner

have you found another winner?

Minecraft took up lots of time

will it be here when you are nine?

But let's stay put,

 (well one more leaping)

is your future still zookeeping?

(Though how to keep a zoo could be

as we all know

 as we can see

the biggest job that ever was)

and "why" you ask, 

well just because

it's hard enough to keep a HOUSE

where MICE can multiply from MOUSE

and worse, we've heard,

 it has been said

they have a taste for gingerbread

which would be bad

 and not so fine

especially when at Christmas time

you make such artful tasty houses

NOT for lunch for little mouses!

In Nina's poem I mentioned farts, 

forgive me for this starting:

but here it is, we need to talk

about the family farting.

Your uncle's nearly knocked you out

your own?

 Well we're in luck.

Mamma asked, here's your reply

(trying to pass the buck.)

She heard a might ripping sound

a crackling kind of "quccckkk"

she asked if it was you

..."that was a mighty noisy duck."

I guess it's only natural

you'd think of feathered things,

since animals are where it's at,

especially things with wings.

I heard about your need for birds,

(pictures as it were)

not stuff with fins or hooves or claws

or anything with fur,

"BIRDS" you cried,

 "I NEED SOME BIRDS!!!"

your parents were so puzzled,

I of course was not surprised

and wouldn't want you muzzled,

I understand about such things...

NeeNee loves things wild, with wings.

There were a lot of parks this year

at home and everywhere,

King's Island, California, Disney

fun time wasn't rare!

Serenity and Trinity

 and Meditation Rock

things to ride and slide and swirl

and places just to walk.

But there are rides you do not like

and frankly I don't blame you,

who needs things that lift you off you seat

and maybe strain you!

A person likes to stay secure

their bottoms firmly seated,

we'd rather stay ALIVE

than take a chance at being deleted!

Then there's your sense of humor

which apparently was led

to you putting labels on your face

announcing you were dead.

There is a word for this; it's "dark"

and you should probly know

it's common in our family,

 we often aim for low.

(I could have used a different word

a word like, oh say "woe",)

but we don't look for easy laughs

for us they're just below

a certain standard we have set

...the shallow is our foe.

Then again;

 The Weird Hair Day,

I doubt you were much torn

when deciding on your get-up;

a horn of unicorn.

It's good your sense of fun is big,

there's so much that is funny,

from morbid dark to magic

and to all things bright and sunny!

Super Hero Spider Man!

Your Daddy loved him too,

(he had a roundy bouncing thing

when he was young like you,

the top was Spider Man

but the bouncing part was blue.)

On Halloween, your spider costume

BLACK, a sure delight

(until the part when daytime left

and dusk turned into night,

and you became invisible

which caused a different fright...)

(Plans can be like this sometimes,

that's why the Plan called "A",

is something NeeNee never says

she calls them all Plan "K.")

Let's see,

 what else was new this year

oh yes, there's Olive Garden!

And chocolate milk for Santa

and a rock

that smacked a harden

 on your head that made a bump so big

we thought your skull might burst

but it turned out we were wrong

and being scared of just the worst,

which by the way seemed not to faze you,

(a fall on rocks not nice...)

you STILL laced up your skates

so you could glide around on ICE!

All of which just proves to us

how brave you are,

 how daring,

you're funny smart and talented

you're also cute

 and caring;

If we were school and had to grade you,

Ewan at year eight:

Splendiferous and awesome, yes,

...but really? Purely GREAT!

Happy Birthday Ewan!

bigloves,

NeeNee 

Party

Lots of girls. Sleeping over. What could go wrong? NOTHING!!

Birthday poem

Today's the day you will be ten

and we remember how and when

you spent the last year being busy

(looking at it makes me dizzy.)

Maybe we will start with food,

Alfredo Chicken in your mood?

Is purple still your favorite color

have you found a favorite other?

We wonder if you future still holds

dreams of popstars, doctors, we're told

being a Mamma's on you list,

You Tube video blogger just

in case you want to add a few

there's always room for something new!

Like last year's Daddy/Daughter dancy

...full of red and black and fancy,

this year's dance it was all Goth

(the only word that rhymes is "cough.")

"Star Darlings" was a favorite book

for bedtime you would take a look

at Nancy Drew and all her snooping

you even read while hula hooping!

But you're not one for sitting still,

you traveled long, you traveled till

you reached a place called California,

little Denmark, shoulda warned ya

that your Mamma's brother's farts

can knock you over like some darts,

but you found TWENTY dollars there!

What's a stinky wind compare

to sudden riches, sudden wealth

(and money's better for your health!)

You have a face that rearranges,

have from birth, that's not the strangest...

it's your tongue that's; let's just say it,

has some MOVES, well should we PAY it?

For its gymnast's acts of curling, upside downs

and sideways twirling?

It's a gift, no doubt of that,

it's acrobats without a mat

(I'm thinking next year's talent show!)

(But probly not as we all know

you'll sing or play the piano.)

Which by the way

you need to practise every day;

not like your tongue who simply sits there,

well, ok let's try to be fair,

its kept pretty busy talking

eating, chatting, other's gawking

at its antics at its neat tricks,

as we've mentioned, its gymnastics.

Daddy says you are a drummer,

well whatever you think's funner,

ivory keys or wooden sticks

rhythm makes the world tick.

Also of course there's the Vortex

(Level Five that shakes your cortex)

rides that make you break your sunnies

you think they are wildly funny!

(While NeeNee on a Level Five

would just be grateful to survive.)

Kings Island always brings a cheer,

but did I see it, did I hear

the hottest day of all the year

is when you went, but that was fine

cause there was no one else in line?

You've started stealing Mamma's stuff

(well "stealing" sounds a little rough)

you borrow hats, that's all there's to it,

please not yet her shoes, don't do it!

And since we've brought up feet

...you give your Mamma foot rubs, sweet!

Except you put yourself to sleep...

also you know what I love best?

Your brother is your bed time foot rest!

But seriously.

This year's Advent prezzies, loopy

"Really Mamma?" (stickers, poopy)

Also there was the election

which left us all a mood: dejection,

you cried, I cried, Daddy threw up

it seemed the world had done a poo up,

you at least had poopy stickers

just to let the world we live in

know we're smarter than a Trump spin.

OK I'm done with Debby Downer

anything that makes us frowner.

You flabbergasted everyone, our minds became unraveled

when you delivered your treatise:

The Nature of Time Travel.

You dressed as Scarlet Witch but found

the grown ups didn't get it,

(Madonna was before your time,

she doesn't really fit it.)

You put your hair in cupcakes

(well that sounds like something horrid)

I meant to say your fashion sense;

the opposite of bor-ed.

Onesies mixed prints, Blue Line Make-up

hair that's purple, boots,

it doesn't matter which is where

or what, the question's moot.

You're sense of style is who you are

you're funny, smart and kind,

you're colorful and sensitive and pretty

with a mind,

that has a sensibility, a fine tuned sense of true,

and we can love the world better

all because of YOU.

Happy Birthday Sweet Nina

bigloves,

NeeNee