Kolade Seun


Birthday Wish


To toil till strong thy parents as a soilder.
From whence thou were a toddler.
Oh thanks your mother for been with a soilder!
Salutations to thy father for been a great soilder.
What do I offer?
Can it ever be proper?
I know thou art not a pauper?
Or does thou cometh in need of my little feather?
Oh no! Not from a mediocre.
But wait to ponder, what do I have, that I offer?
I know I have not to offer, but thine creator, our creator, has his bouquet of offerings for thou, I believe, he has prepared a furnace of wonder for thou, or does thou shaketh such bother from thy shoulder? This is just the beginning forthwith!

Submitted: Friday, August 23, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013
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