by Georgie
A sponge, all fluffy light
And when it cooled I covered it
With frosting, glistening white
And once the frosting set, I iced
A message thereupon
"A Very Happy Birthday
To my hero, Dearest Ron"
I checked the spelling twice, in case
I'd made a daft mistake
And you'll never guess what I had writ
Atop your lovely cake?
In pale blue script, so carefully
I'd wished my favourite man
"A Very Hippy Brithday
To my hero, Deerest Ran"
Now, icing's not like typing,
In that, once you've used 'Spellcheck'
It's not so easy to put right
But, I'm thinking, "What the Heck!"
My English may not be the best
But the sentiment's sincere
And, with luck, it may not look so bad
If I stick a candle here!
So, with loving care I place the cake
Upon a china plate
A satin ribbon wrapped around
Oh, yes, it's looking great!
But, oh dear, Ron, what's to be done?
This cake's in the U.K.
And you're in California
That's six thousand miles away!
There's only one thing for it
I'll just cut you off a slice
And send it through the cyber waves
It'll reach you in a trice
I hope that you enjoy it
I have done the best I can
With love, and hugs, and kisses
From your 'No.1' Brit fan!
The End
