Dear Deb,
I wanted to write you a poem, and I just don't do bunnies so I had to find another theme.
(With apologies to Seal Poet)
There once was a woman from Addy
A delight to her Mummy and Daddy
And to all of her mates
Especially her dates
So what happened is really quite saddy.
Her fame spread throughout Adelaidy
Although she was prim and not shady
Her rep went before her
Behind her, a snorter
She ignored it and walked like a lady.
She always went shopping on Mondays
For produce and other such sundries
But this day her sore tum
Stored a rumble-bum-bum
With no help from her tight FP undies.
Then came her birthday, Glory Be!
And she promised herself, so you see,
That the day would endure
With no sound from the rear
But this outcome was not one to be.
She partied and laughed with her friends
And no noises came from the end
But the pressure built up
As she drank and she supped
And she suddenly rose
In angel-like pose
To the height of the trees
And was caught by the breeze
And has never been heard from again.
(Sorry, the devil made me do it.
)
H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y
No-one even noticed 
