Birthday Poetry

For the party on Tuesday, Bob decided it would be a good idea to have a poetry competition. Well, Bob was wrong. It wasn't a good idea. It was a terrific idea! I've decided to post the poetry so that everyone can be reminded of the poetry that was written and so that those who weren't there can enjoy it as well. There are no names associated with these poems, so if you would like to take credit, please do.

A Birthday Friend

Summer night

Friends celebrate

Josh beams.

Gifts pile

Box wiggles

Present unwraps

Puppy jumps

Fur stroked

Wet tongue

First kiss

Hearts warm

Tail wags

Happy dog

Birthday friends

Enthusiasm Poem

(To be read yelling and making the shape of the letter with your body)

Give me a J!

Give me an O!

Give me an S!

Give me a SHUA!

What does that spell?

(Follow with awesome leg kick)

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Sunday naps are great

even better than a date

An ode from the drunken

Get up and dance you pansy pants!

The night is young and free!

Come join my inebriated mindless rants,

And feel my endless glee

I know I spilt my beer on you,

But there's no need to fret,

We'll meet up later for a rendezvous

At the local laundromat!

Poem

Josh Thompson is the one

He makes livin' a lot of fun

Josh is not very strange

In fact, it would be said that his talents have no range

He is so cool

He aint no tool

He's so cool if he were a pea

He'd be 2 peas can't you see.

Everyday I see Josh

It makes me wanna dance

And put on my pansy pants

So let's take this special day

And celebrate the Josh Thompson way.

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Josh has been a very good brother

and as a roommate he is like no other

He wears white socks

and thinks he's a fox

We should all thank his mother.

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Fresh baked cookies are really sweet

Just like the person I'd like to meet.

They are not strange,

I like them this does not change.

I'll eat them all day & fight away the ants,

Because I'm no pansy pants.

I'd buy them no matter what the fee,

so give me a shout out to Double P.

Fresh baked cookies are really sweet,

just like being in Josh's presence as we sit at his feet.

Known Among Men as. . .The Josh

When he laughs he turns red.

His cooking'll make 40 turn blue.

But he's still very sex.

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The time has come

To spank your bum

You can't run from this fun

We'll line up and whack you dumb.

You might bleed and we know you'll plead,

But from this fun you can't run.

From 1 to 10 you'll cry a bit,

From 11 to 20 you will fidget

Once we finish your true years,

in the end it'll be all cheers.

So at this time don't you pine,

Just you smile and watch the line.

And remember, next year

To invite less people.

Josh From Nantucket

Josh is a man from nantucket

He sits all day on a bucket

He is very sweet;

and quite a treat.

Josh is THE MAN from Nantucket.

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One Summer evening I happened upon a party for Josh Thompson

I was pleased to see delicious food but what put me more at ease

was to hear that Josh Thompson has turned 23.

I wished him well, and as my fate fell,

I write this poem before I bid farewell.

Happy Birthday Josh Thompson

World Peace

All in Darkness

Black...Boom! Boom!

Hear the screaming

All is lost...

Light is coming?

White...see see

Shouts of joy

It's Josh's day!

Kissing Someone You Like

One eye opened, one eye closed

hoping not to bump a nose

Door step smile, is that a hint?

Where are my altoids, spearmint?

Looking in those sparkling eyes.

Ahchoo a sneeze - a bad surprise

Running away as fast as I can.

Maybe next date we weill just hold hands.

Josh's Birthday Suit

Take off your boot,

We'll give you some loot,

We want to see you in your birthday suit!

Don't be shy,

You're quite fly,

You're our #1 guy!

Little do you know,

You've let it all show,

And we've decided you aint no ho!

Well you're quite cute,

You got the body ta boot,

So let's see you trot that birthday suit!

Toilet Paper

Oh toilet paper

I love you here,

I love you there,

You stand beside me

At the chair

One ply or two

You're there through and through

Wheneve I've got

Something pressing to do

O my friend, little friend

How I love you

Oh toilet paper

I trusted you,

To stay in my home

But now that you've gone

I feel so alone

My small quilted friend

To this bare bitter end

Now I sit here for hours

Wondering how to begin

Oh my friend, little friend

How I miss you.

Blind Date

Blind date, blind date

Will it be fate

Jump up, jump down

Wait this guy is a clown

Running fast, running quick

Please don't kiss me on the lips

Shaking hands it will be

This guy is just not for me.

Better luck on my next date

Dating Josh, Bob's roommate.

This next one is a song that Mami wrote for the party:

Happy Birthday Josh

Happy Birthday Josh

You're everyone's favorite friend

because you are friendly, kind & sweet.

Thank you for being who you are.

You are a great example to those around you.

Wishing you a happy birthday.