This was dedicated to my fencing partner and friend who turned sixteen. I found the copy of the poem.


Crossed Swords For a Birthday

Happy birthday to you,
My sword-wielding friend,
Your fantastic present
Is just 'round the bend.

Okay so maybe it's not.
Fantastic I mean,
But your very hard to shop for
If you know what I mean.

You might not like it,
But I certainly do.
And unless I'm mistaken,
My mom likes it too.

A bit prematurely,
I do take a bow.
Your little present
Is not much further now.

You'll say this is mean,
But I beg to differ.
You know how I am,
A little too chipper.

The next time I'll see you,
Our swords will be crossed.
Now even though it's your birthday.
I'll witness your loss.




Poetry by Kimmi's cub
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Written on 2006-06-09 at 02:19

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