Birthday Eve: the Poem

Twas the day before her birthday, all through her apartment,
No gifts could be seen, not even a hint.
Early Facebook messages, emails, and tweets she had received,
But a new age was drawing near, that had her aggrieved

She refused to remove herself from her warm, comfortable bed,
For visions of chocolaty goodness twirled in her head
She forever in a bandanna and a Buffy tee,
Wanted to settle in for a long autumn time z.

She awakened to a rude kind of noise,
Hoots, hollers, and whistles from the neighborhood boys.
Groaning aloud, she went to shut them up as to continue her sleep,
But in the lot, she was surprised to see her name upon a pretty purple jeep.

The sun light reflected on the automobile made for her,
Sudden tears shone in her brown eyes, making it all a blur.
Staring with wonder on how such a thing could appear,
Though she had no license, she was filled with great cheer.

"Come now Birthday Eve Girl, tomorrow is your day,
But now is the time to celebrate, the candles are on their way!"
The man shouted, in her driver's seat, looking straight up at her, happy and sweet,
She fled the room and out of her door, not missing a beat!

She stood in front of him, eager to appraise,
For the man had given her a gift better than all her other birthdays.
"I don't know how or why but thank you for the wheels,
Are you also going to pay for the insurance, registration, and the other bills?"

The man stepped out of the jeep and laughed at her greed,
"Come now, Birthday Eve Girl, this should be all that you need."
She shook her head, but knew she better stay polite,
He could take it away in a flash and she would be in a plight.

He was short, round, and brown, an orange pick in black afro hair,
Strangely dressed in funky 70's style wear,
A tweed blazer, matching pants, and loafers,
Smelling like home-cooked dinner made by Stouffer's.

"Well, who are you?" She asked. "Some kind of a Birthday Santa Claus?"
"No, I am a kind philanthropist. I'm Mister Jerry Butterballs."
She almost burst into giggles at such an odd name,
But he bowed and winked, smiling at her shame.

"I have to go, but enjoy tomorrow's ice cream and cake,
I have other people to see and other presents to forsake."
Off he rode in and out of sight, but not before bellowing,
"Happy birthday to all and to all a good mellowing!"

She stood outside in her robe, confused as can be,
But don't worry everyone this was all a weird, silly dream.


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