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Poetry Month Day #27: Quarantine Birthday

I'm sorry for the delay in writing. Enjoy!

When tomorrow comes
I expect dread
I will have the 'glums'
I won't leave my bed

It will rain
It will pour
I'll be stuck in vain
Furthermore

I doubt I'll have fun
I just can't imagine
Doing anything fun
My birthday, but I stay IN

 No party!
No friends!
No Thomas or Marty
Or Von Auren twins

The cake will be sour
The limes will be sweet
I will spend hours
Blanketed on the couch seat

What's that you said Mother?
Can it be true?
We'll all be together
So it WON'T be blue!

-Trevor :)

I am actually looking forward to my birthday, mind you ;)

Comments

  1. Aunt MindyApril 28, 2020 at 10:47 AM

    I love your poem! Happy Birthday!!!

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  2. Bags of Hope, ClaraApril 28, 2020 at 8:46 PM

    Love it, Trev!! Way to take a comical approach. I hope your quarantine birthday is still awesome.

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