Poem: I Forgot Your Birthday!
I Forgot Your Birthday!
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So I forgot your birthday
There’s no need to make a fuss,
There’s no point in looking aggro
And just slamming through the house.
I expect you feel you hate me
As you throw my stuff about,
There’s no way you will forgive me
‘Til the next three months are out.
I truly wish I had remembered,
Bought a pink thing in a bag,
‘Cos I’m feeling really randy
Now there’s no chance of a shag.
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