Once a year

Doreen Yates

May 2007

They call it your birthday, it’s the day you were born

Most celebrate getting older, although some mourn

Some people through a party and get merry along the way

Others don’t even bother, are miserable and won’t play

Most will start the morning eagerly awaiting for the post

Hopefully we get some cards, else the postman’s toast

Midday we’ll meet up with friends, and go out and dine

The lads will have a few beers, the girls a glass of wine

As the afternoon wears on, we’re getting a bit merry

So its time for a snooze before the evening sherry

Its party time tonight, its being held in your name

So don’t get too drunk yet, cause that would be a shame

You want to remember everything that goes on tonight

The video camera is with you, so make sure you don’t fight

Your best friend is doing the recording, so you can feel free