Mrs. Linklater doesn't usually write stuff people call poetry. You'll soon know why. But this was one way to list all the strange, yet wonderful birthday gifts that were left in her comments.
Your generosity made her 62nd birthday feel like 59.
Thank you for. . .
Flowers, tickets, a pepperoni stick
John Lennon CDs, oysters, trips
Todd the Pool Boy,
Sven, the Masseuse,
Ray, Yak's husband [I want pics]
Cukes and bananas made the list
A box of Depends [the perfect gift]
A White Sox repeat
A Huge dragon kite
A little red convertible -- and a date with KISS?
Champagne and a cannon [wanna light my fuse?]
Orthopedic underwear -- do they come in twos?
Spa day, cheesy play,
Tootsie rolls, 45-year olds
Plastic surgery and a howitzer -- to chase the blues?
Opera boys singing The Pearlfisher duet
Nobel Prize winners I've never met
Prepared for me
It's starting to sound like the best is yet
Yeah, it's lame, but my heart's in the right place.