a friend of mine wrote me a poem.
brilliant



To my dearest walrus, hare and deer,
I wish grand birthday out of fear,
let's be trivial, let's be junk,
play as we were sort of punk.

Happy sweaters, sipping tea,
green pancakes with mint and pea,
couscous jumping cascades through,
burnt up kitchen with our crew,
holding always golden crown,
ruling whole a joyful town.

Full of colours, like in dream,
giant lakes filled with cream,
love would have a chocolate feel,
swinging like an electric eel.

So let's unite all the nations
lay down the quilts, combinations
as lawns become your stations
Spread your arms, soak up...

 Congratulations!