POETS DAY
Our boys have a special birthday message for their favourite lady ...
Disclaimer: They're not mine.
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"Hey MeAzrael, it's Dean here."
"I just wanted to stop by … and I had to bring the long-haired hippy with me, to wish you a really, awesomely Happy Birthday!"
"And while I'm here, here's a little … thing I wrote, all by myself."
"ALL by yourself?"
"Well okay, MOSTLY by myself."
"Mostly? Really?"
"Weeeeell ... alright, I had a bit of help."
"Yeah? who from?"
*sigh*
"Okay. MeAzrael, here's a … poem thing. I wrote, mostly … with a little bit of help. From Sam."
"Which verses, exactly, did you write Dean?"
"Uh, well, I wrote bits of all of them."
"Which bits?"
"I … uh …well, I wrote the, um, the … you know..."
"No Dean, do carry on."
"Oh Goddamnit. Okay, here's a poem that Sam wrote because he's a great big angsty girl who does stuff like that. And I helped a bit. Okay? Satisfied?"
"Yes. Thank you Dean."
"I wrote the fourth verse, so take that – smartass!"
"Whatever Dean, so here's our birthday poem for MeAzrael."
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Lincoln was a clever man
Einstein was one too
They were famous everywhere
But then, along came you.
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Davy Crockett he could hunt
And Mays could hit a ball
But you're our special much-loved friend
You're better than them all.
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So here's a wish from Sam and Dean
For lots of joy and laughter
On your birthday, dawn to dusk
And then forever after.
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Happy Birthday MeAzrael!
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"So basically, Dean, you wrote the bit that said 'Happy Birthday MeAzrael.'"
"Yes. And?"
"Wow, how have you not won a Pulitzer yet?"
*Hmph*
"See if I ever write a poem for your birthday – bitch."
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEAZRAEL!"
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