I'm resting here quite regally,
The feature of the table.
Surrounded by potatoes that
I'd taste if I were able.
My subjects, scrubbed and beaming,
Circle round the royal platter.
They seem to be adoring me,
But something is the matter.
See me basking in the candlelight,
My skin so nicely tanned.
The reason for this treatment,
I do not understand.
While I'd love to peck that dish of corn
And gobble down a berry,
I find this jolly atmosphere
To be a trifle scary.
The hate that I feel inside for you
For all the crappy things you have put them through
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
Look not back on yesterday
or what you have left behind.
For only today is yours
As long as the birds are singing,
As long as the fish can swim,
As long as the su
you have been my friend for a very long time
I asked you to bend and you made a rhyme
I've always viewed life from the sidelines,
Just watching it passing me by.
In th
The worst pain known to me
Is to be stuck on a love that never could be,
To love
In the darkness, in the silence,
Only faint memories of joy are heard.
Overrun by
A wish for lots of birthday fun
To last until the day is done.
Hoping that all yo
