Happy Late Birthday

Twas the night before Saturday, when all through the land,
every creature was stirring except for the Man.
My plans had been made with extreme care,
in hopes that the birthday couple would soon be there.

The child-lings were texted on their cell phones,
while someone somewhere was enjoying an ice cream cone.
The trap had been set with such care,
I was certain that the child-lings would surely be there.

When out on the road there came such a sound,
it must be their trailer coming to town.
As I ran to the door to see what was the matter,
the diesel truck arrived with such a great chatter.

Behind it in tow was the great fifth wheel,
I told them to park it next to the hill.
With great skill and great care,
their camper was parked just over there.

While my bro-in-law exited the cab,
I next saw my sis she was drinking a Tab.
That they had arrived safe was not a shame,
the next thing I did was to call them by name.

Hi Toots! Hi Poolman! And how is the Box,
it has been much too long since I have seen his curry locks.
How is Toolbox and Shoebox and also Boxtop,
I was so excited it was hard for me to stop.

As time approached for my trap to spring shut,
I told them we were leaving but we couldn’t take the mut.
We loaded my car and set of on the road,
our destination was a secret and could not be told.

For that was the plan yes that was the trap,
To whisk them away before their afternoon nap.
Off we drove into the night,
they never expected what came into sight.

What did we see and what did we behold?
Just Poolman’s favorite restaurant which is “Hooters” I’m told.
Poolman was happy and filled with delight,
just as I was for my choice was just right.

As we entered the door there was a wonderful sight,
for Ma Ma Bear was there who just met them that night.
We settled into a table for an hour long feed,
the only question left was what food did each need.

Each person selected their food choice with much care,
it was a shame that the child-lings couldn’t be there.
We ate and talked and had a great time,
writing is tough when everything must rime.

The night was not over for the next step couldn’t wait,
but Ma Ma Bear couldn’t join us for we would stay up much too late.
We said our good-byes to Ma Ma Bear that night,
but the child-lings were waiting just out of sight.

For they were waiting to go to the races,
which was the next part of the night of strange places.
We all got together and had such a blast,
but we knew that the night just couldn’t last.

So: “Happy Birthday to all and to all a good Life!!!!”