Tonight's Poet Corner: Flirty Thirty

Flirty Thirty
by Belinda Roddie

The wifey turned thirty
and was incredibly flirty
but she was only flirty to me

We ate cheesecake
that we didn't have to bake
and drank a copious
amount of bubbly

Birthdays may be rough
during a plague, but we tough
it all out for our fathers and mothers

And I will say the wifey
greatly improves my lifey
so I'm glad that we have each other



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