I have been really getting into writing again lately, spurred on by my attempt at 50,000 words for Novel November. While the night just gone is still fairly fresh in my mind I thought I'd put pen to paper. Below is the result. Hope you all enjoy my creation... Especially you, M'Lord Benjamin...
An Ode to a Mate on turning 4 and Oh... A poem in four verses
Mum and Dad! I tell not a lie
Everyone was there at Le Convention de Spy
Twice the James Bond, twice the bow tie
Such a costumed menagerie and I'll tell you why
A great mate, Lord Benjamin or Hicksy by name
Had gathered us together for one massive game
The two rounds we played both ended the same
President saved, bomber exposed and all by a fair dame
At this party represented were spy royalty
Agents in suits, Spy VS Spy, a brick wall and hedge, a fake beard or three
Pizzas and cheesecakes and slices oh so very yummy
And all because the Spy Master Ben had turned the young age of forty
The girls looked amazing in spy-ware or dresses divine
The boys scrubbed up well, all looking fine
Happy birthday was sung around about half-past nine
Then we all toasted Ben with glasses of champagne, beer or wine
Happy birthday to a great mate Ben. Hope you had as fun a night as we did. My big 4 and Oh is coming up soon. You have certainly set a high bar as nights of fun go. I wonder what theme I could go with for mine...
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