Dear Emily:
Sorry I can't be there for your birthday, but here's a jazzy poem to take make you feel better!
It's your birthday.
That's really cool!
But I'm still stuck
Right here at school.
You're getting so old!
You're a baby no more!
I can remember
When you'd waddle on the floor.
I know you'll miss me
A whole stinkin lot.
But you're probably lauging
And saying, "Not!"
I hope it's great;
Enjoy it a ton!
Being sixteen
Is lots of fun!
Now I reach
Then end of my verse.
Sorry it's not as nice
As a Vera Bradley purse.
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