I had intended a sterling post
Replete with metaphors galore
To send Madame Weebles a birthday toast
In return for hers a fortnight before.
But my headaches had more
Of intrusion in store
Then aught for which I was ready.
My poor pain-wracked brain
Wasn’t up to the strain.
(And the meds make my hands none too steady.)
I’m afraid this is all I can manufacture
A promissory note for her day.
When my skull’s not about to fracture,
I’ll create a much better wordplay.
So to the lady fair,
Who knows tools of the air,
With which great powers have warred,
A very Happy Birthday
May all things come your way,
and I hope I haven’t left you bored.
Happy Birthday, Madame! May this day bring you all you wish for, and may all your hopes be realised. And I WILL write you something in payback for your wonderful birthday tribute to me, as soon as I see only ONE computer in front of me!