A birthday poem for Spook.

[Chickengal505]

Happy birthday dear spook, happy birthday to you!
You've been here forever, at the great chicken zoo.
You've herd member's troubles, and heard their sucsess,
and the forum wanted to say: Spook, your the BEST!

Happy Birthday Spook from me and the whole lot of us

 

[Spookwriter]

A poem just for me? Gee Whiz...Now I feel so special.

Thank You, 505.

 

[Chickengal505]

Your welcome Spook, anytime.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

Awww. How cute.

 

[Spookwriter]

It is cute, Miss Em.

A special poem written just for me, because I'm special.

That's almost as good as a whole plate full of brownies,
because I can share this poem and still have the whole thing
left...

At least SOMEONE cares about me in my old age. You...trallop
that you are, wouldn't even push my wheelie-chair or help me
fish my false teeth outta the fish bowl in the mornings.

*(I think trallop was the right word of the week the other day?
I might be wrong....it was something like that...I've forgotten)

 

[Chickengal505]

Yea thats right, I write cute poems AND bake brownies

 

[EmtheFishLady]

Quote:
As the designated brownie girl you know I'm very fickle. Pushing wheel chairs and fishing out teeth doesn't sound very fun. I'll be back around when you get your teeth in and get one of those electric wheel chairs. Then I'll bring you some brownies and smile real nice and be cute. That's what *I* am good at. Not the work...never the work.

 

[Spookwriter]

Maybe we can get on of your menions to push the chair?

Where's Eenie? Think she has time?



**My wifes father had one of those electric wheel chairs in
our house for a while. He was not a good driver...crashed in
everything he could hit. Caused me some damage.

Did you know my homeowners won't cover a crazy man on a
electric wheelchair inside the home? Maybe his was a bit too
much. He loved to sqeal the tires on the kitchen floor.

Bumper cars for old men...He tore my wall all to pieces. Hard on
the drywall.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

Do I even have minions anymore?

 

[Spookwriter]

SURELY your minions didn't escape again, Em.

You have to learn to close the box tighter.

Now I have to go mow the grass...4:00 in the afternoon,
it should be hot enough outside now. Tried telling my wife
that I'm too old to do this...it's my birthday and all. That Em
will be sending a minion soon.

I'm sure we all remember what happened last time I mowed
the grass. The yellowjackets attacked me, kept my lawn mower.
I finally snuck back and got my mower. Wanted to use some
dynamite on the bees, that should take care of them. But my wife
didn't think that was the best ideal.

Anyway, I've got to go mow the lawn...or at least make it look
like I'm following orders. Her new wall is done but it took me longer
than she thought, and the grass it sort of grew up to tall.

Spook