Birthday Wish Poem by Kolade Seun

To toil till strong thy parents as a soilder.
From whence thou were a toddler.
Oh thanks your mother for been with a soilder!
Salutations to thy father for been a great soilder.

What do I offer?
Can it ever be proper?
I know thou art not a pauper?
Or does thou cometh in need of my little feather?

Oh no! Not from a mediocre.
But wait to ponder, what do I have, that I offer?
I know I have not to offer.
Thine creator, our creator, has His bouquet of offerings for thou.

I believe, he has prepared a furnace of wonder for thou,
or does thou shaketh such bother from thy shoulder?
This is just the beginning forthwith!