On the Most Worthy Subject of Birthdays!

Briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiidget!!!!!!! Surprise! :D















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*sings* For Bridget!!! :D










O Tweevil mine Twemo, the thought of thee inspires
Full pages and pages, why, simply reams of sheer nonsense!
For in my head a weeping yet commanding voice desires
Me to write of our adventures through the strangeness of adolescence!

When thou wert young, and I younger even than you
We met as of old in a Roman forum
(Or was it Greeks? Remind me, Tweevil, do!
But if we can’t keep ‘em straight, why then, let’s war ‘em!)

“Horses rock!” I boldly cried!
“Elwing,” myster’ously you replied
Our Pm’er we killed, or perhaps he just died
Our PCs were sluggish with a virus inside
40 pm’s in a day, and twenty posts besides!
And forget not poems of drowning out with the tide!
We read each other’s everything; if they said we didn’t, they lied
We plotted sneaking out at night, and unicorns to ride
We spoke of putting mustard on onions that are fried
(Well, perhaps not that, but we’da ruled the world long ago if our time we didn’t bide!)
And I’d do it all again, with my Tweevil by my side!



HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRIDGET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!