I've been a horse's arse for I didn't know it was your birthday. I'm sorry so here's my ceremonial birthday poem to usher you into another year.
Ode to a Hillbillyhobbit
Loon gal, you are highly regarded.
You introduced me to Clann An Drumma...see what you started?
Oh picture queen you make us all sigh,
Supply me with my beloved Billy pics and fuel my desire.
Celtic lass and fellow lover of (MIK's), men in kilts.
I lift your glass and with Guinness will fill.
Far and wide and wide and far
lovelier still is your heart.
For letting me cry on your shoulder and be your friend,
To you these birthday wishes I do send.
May your days be filled with laughter and your nights be filled with love. ;p Happy Birthday! ((hugs))
I had to post this: What do Scotsman wear under their kilts?..."oh there's a moon out tonight."
4 comments:
Thank you, Moni! I love, love, LOVE your poem! And the kilt goes without saying! ;) I had a swell birthday...it was a blast!
{{{huge hugs}}}
I'll pass on the Guiness. Harps for me. Guiness is like eating a hamburger. It's my buddy's fav beer though. I guess to each their own.
Mary--You're very welcome. I'm glad you had a blast on your birthday. :) ((hugs))
Zombie--Harps, never heard of it...shame on me. Is it a dark beer? :)
Harps? No, it's an Irish beer, but a lot more smooth. I'm not a dark beer man though.
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