Cramp Entry: Make a story and/or poem about the judge/moderator's birthday. |
“Happy Birthday Robert Waltz!” - you are surprised by our shout You soiled yourself with icy fright – time to bail out I grab you to meet your friends and family inside the place You try to excuse yourself quickly in order to save face The decadent smells of Italian food blanket the electrifying air As I move close to you I grimace, oh no - do I dare Ask you what in the world is that horrible wretched smell Too late you are attacked by the relatives from hell Fortunately, I snatch you away and tell the guest we'll be back We rush out the doors like banshees before we catch flak. I zip you to your place so you can change your accident Thank God there wasn't any accompanying flatulence. We get back in time in order to enjoy the festivities Italians know how to eat, look at all the delicacies Mountainous spaghetti and monstrous lasagna Garfield would be proud, still hope you'll fit your pajamas. The time is drawing late and the owner says we must go I wobble you back to the car with carry-out in tow I'm glad this party went well and was not a total bomb I couldn't have done this party without Writing.com. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! ===== (Lines: 20) S.D.G. |