Birthday Poem For Starr Poem by Hunter FitzGerald

It has been said that there is no cure for the common birthday
Not sure how, but your birthdays have figured a way to be in remission
As they have not occurred for several years, even by your own admission
Of course, if you don’t have one soon, people will think you’re an apparition
To which I will simply tell them that they need to go see their optician
Because you are here with me, in full color, and living in great condition
A voluptuous, dark haired beauty, deserving of everyone’s recognition.