A birthday poem

My brother wrote me a poem in honor of my birthday!

I got a cool sister named Heather,
who sure as heck doesn’t like cold weather,
looks pretty sweet in a jacket of leather,
and is always fun when we hang together.

She really wants a cat,
One who is preferably kinda fat,
And who is always up for a good chat,
Who chases away scary bats!

She works partly as a page editor,
And when she gets mad she becomes a predator,

Sort of like a mother alligator,
But cooler like a particle accelerator!

She is married to a man named Mark Miller,
Who is sturdier then a freakin pillar,
He’s got great legs from being a bicycler,
But honestly wouldn’t make a decent killer.

So now you turn the age of 23,

And will be chilling under a tree,
For soon you will hold the future key,
Which is getting your degree!

By Marcus Daley







Best poem ever.