It’s Sara’s Birthday

Nell: Where is your crown?

Me: Do I have to wear it all day?

Nell: It’s your birthday. How is anyone going to know otherwise?

Me: Maybe I don’t want them to know. When you get older birthdays change.

Nell: Stuff and nonsense. You’ll be refusing cake next.

Me: I wouldn’t go as far as that, but you can cancel the orchestra.

Nell: How did you know about the orchestra?

Me: I was joking. Is there going to be one?

Nell: Of course. It’s the Whippets Institute orchestra. They’ve been rehearsing for weeks with the Welsh corgi choir.

Me: How lovely.

Nell: Large beasts are not allowed on the Bouncy Castle because of their hooves.

Me: That’s a shame. You know how they like to bounce.

Nell: Don’t worry, Jim the Farm Dog has offered the use of his trampoline. Now, guests will be arriving shortly.

Me: Guests?

Nell: Of course it’s your birthday. Do you want to hear your poem?

Me: Yes, please.

Nell: ‘An awful lot of animals are queuing up to say

A very Happy Birthday to you on this fine day.’

Me: It isn’t fine though. It’s horribly grey and rainy.

Nell: It’s poetic licence. May I continue?

Me: Yes.

Nell: ‘Moose, alpacas, reindeer,

Creatures great and small.

Woodlice wearing berets

Birds, both short and tall.

Wolves in knitted cardigans,

Corgis in a shawl.

Dogs of every shape and size

Are gathering one and all.

Poppy, Mutley and Harriet

Your Big Brave Beautiful Boy,

And Kev your darling husband

Wish you a birthday filled with joy.

And finally there’s you and me,

And me and you, it’s true

That’s the way it will always be

Because where there’s me, there’s you.’

Me: Thank you.

Nell: No tears, just smiles. It’s your special day.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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