bitful

I'm crap at this, and yet I'll have a try

I'm crap at this, and yet I'll have a try
At doing what he does so well for mates;
Namely, to make these few words soar and fly
While birthday cake is dished out on the plates.

He's thirty-*cough* today, would you believe?
Seasons have only gently kissed his face;
His boyish looks might very well deceive
While everybody else rots in disgrace.

Another bloody quatrain and I'm done!
I wish I'd left this toil to he who has
The skills to weave a simile and a pun
With rather better outcome and pizazz.

So Marcus, on your thirty-*cough* birthday
What can I say? Hooray and, ehm, hooray!

*goes and hides in shame while half the web cringes with embarassement*

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