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October 16, 2006

Happy birthday to me (on Tuesday)

I turn 27 this week. (On Tuesday.)
It's big: it's my bimodal peak. (On Tuesday.)
Your Dido's all grown
This rhyme makes me groan
And now it is your turn to speak. (Today or Tuesday.)

Got a villanelle? A limerick? Haiku, couplet, free verse, two words that rhyme? I turn 27 tomorrow, and for my birthday I'd like some poetry. Don't feel you must, but if you are inspired to write me a sonnet or a chant, I would be so delighted. I welcome all subjects.

Posted by didofoot at October 16, 2006 09:47 AM

Comments

Best dates in SF.
Didofoot covers them all:
matching biopsies

Posted by: Jacob at October 16, 2006 11:36 AM

In the cold, dark night
February '79.
Your parents did it.

Posted by: Jacob at October 16, 2006 11:43 AM

Seven years older
Than Newsom's companion.
Something's not right, here.

Posted by: Jacob at October 16, 2006 11:47 AM

A tender birthday
message, from The Lad to you.
"I fixed your laptop."

Posted by: Jacob at October 16, 2006 11:57 AM

October is the coolest month
To celebrate your birth.
Named for eight, but numbered ten
It's full of Fally mirth.

But sadly, friend, your astral sign
Derives from boring scales.
You're born too early in the month
For pincers and a tail.

And though you'll have a pleasant ride
Upon your birthday zebra,
Too bad you're not a Scorpio
And just a filthy Libra.

Posted by: matt at October 16, 2006 01:02 PM

I'm trying to learn french. Here goes:

Une auteur étonnant,
l'amour de sa vie,
et un grand mangeur, j'ai entendu

joyeux anniversaire, chère Kristin!

Posted by: Robyn at October 16, 2006 06:10 PM

If only
I had a cow,
I would milk you
an ice-cream cone
and add some sprinkles --
but not the colored kind, because you might get too excited by all the colors and forget to eat the ice cream.

Alas,
I have no cow.
I have only
this heifer dog.

Posted by: BD at October 16, 2006 07:51 PM

Damn. The internet lost my whitespace.

Posted by: BD at October 16, 2006 07:52 PM

57577

here there be kristen
a giantess among us
a full foot shorter
stands i, looking up to you
the indefatigable

always ready wit
optimistic fervor full
happy birthday, kris
my most favoritest thing
is all five foot seven you

(i don't know why this poem is about height. i think because of the picture your mom took at the end of tonight. also, i suck at poetry.)

Posted by: michele at October 17, 2006 09:56 PM

thanks for all the poems, friends. my birthday was awesome and hedonistic as a birthday should be, except my hedonism takes the form of yoshi's island and a matinee movie instead of cocaine and crime sprees.

Posted by: didofoot at October 18, 2006 09:40 AM

Yoshi's Island is babyriffic. Are you trying to tell us something?

Posted by: Jacob at October 18, 2006 09:44 AM

I keep saying sentimentally to gene "isn't it time we had a little mustachioed plumber baby of our very own to drag through countless dangers with a snappy soundtrack?" so far i'm not getting through.

Posted by: didofoot at October 18, 2006 09:56 AM

A day late
A dollar short
You're great
We're short
You're sly
We laugh, we snort
You're fly
We're your cohort
You stalk
We scurry, mice
Your talk
Is wit on ice
This poem
Sucks (Harri-et)
My home
Has you in it.

So much love and such a happy daylate birthday. Call me and I'll buy you cake.
kt

Posted by: kt at October 19, 2006 01:10 AM

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