And I'm Stuck in this Big, White City

Well, it's my birthday
And I'm stuck in this big white city
On the 6th of May
Once ya think about it, it's sorta pretty.

Strider's got his big crown
I don't get much of anything
Except this stupid sleeping gown
Frodo used to have his stupid Ring.

The day goes on
And Sam remembers to call me a moron
But everyone forgets that it's the 6th of May
WHICH HAPPENS TO BE MY BIRTHDAY!

All I want is a 'Happy Birthday, Pip'
Or a 'For he's a jolly good fellow'
And some ale, just a sip
Maybea second feather pillow?

The day is growing dark
My stomach agrees that it's suppertime
I look in the kitchen for some food,
And I find an apple and scream "IT'S MINE!"

I walk to the Citadel in a bad mood
And hopefully there will be some chow
For it's rather late
If I don't eat I'll faint right now.

I say the ultra-secret password
The doors swing open
And they must have heard
My rather loud shouts.

They remembered my birthday!
Which is the 6th of May
And they gave plenty of gifts.
"Sorry I called you a moron," Sam says.

But I don't care anymore
It is the 6th of May,
Which in fact is my birthday.

And I would like to say I am no longer sore
That everyone forgot my birthday
While I was in this big, white purdy city.

The End

A/N: Happy Birthday Angela! It was incredibly hard to do a sue-parody on you, ya know it? I hope this was okay, it is my first poem. -grins- Don't worry, my other stories will be updated soon. (I needed a break from the chapter writing)