When she was little "Pumpkin" was her name.
One of many of her names.
The sweetes little bundle was all we could say.
This year she will wear a peach dress.
The Queen of pumpkins today.
Pumpkins on the table filled with pretty flowers.
Streamers of green and white.
Friends from far and near, and the first day.
We sill see how much she has grown.
A special cake to her delight.
The after a whil she will jump,
Into her jears and dress-T for what works.
The gang will come on over.
The kids will have a hoot.
That is when the parents will scoot.
Happy Birthday Darling.
A contest entry
- Happy 18th Birthday Angel of Dreams by Hope Angel.
575 points, ended October 24, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is very amazing, as a matter of fact a lot of it is actually true lol. When I was little, I was called Pumpkin. The funny thing about it, is when I said the word myself I would say "punkman". I used to dress up for one on Halloween as well. =]
Thank you for writing this for me. I really loved it!
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-Kaela -
Wonderful poem mac, Birthday's are so very special, no matter what number it is. I subtract a yr. anyway so it doesn't matter. I celebrte unbirthday's Katie
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Sounds like you know her well
I hope her birthday goes this smoothly. Good luck in the contest, The Shaker
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