He glanced at the clock and saw it was quarter past one in the morning.
He picked up his phone to send her a text before she got the chance to chide him for not wishing her a happy birthday. He decided to go with the standard format: A “Happy Birthday” followed by one of those complex combination of alphabets that generally identified as a well-wishing shorthand; Not forgeting to throw in a larruping array of emojis in the mix.
He vaguely remembered her request however, weeks ago prior to this day.. a poem other than the usual texts.
He mused for a while and concluded that poems weren’t his strong suit. After several minutes, he read and re-read the lines that stared back at him:
A year is here again
With it, a lot to gain
There’s more I’d like to say
Than mere “Happy Birthday”
Close your eyes and make a wish
I want to rhyme so I’d just say fish
I pray you always remember to do good
Keep that on top of your head like duku
You wanted a poem, boo
Now look what you made me do
He sniggered at his attempt. “She’ll never ask me again.” With that, he hit the Send button and smiled himself to sleep.
*duku – head wrap
*image source: http://www.artsymodern.com/collections/birthday