There's something About Connie,
That you don't know
She eats fire, she can do a split,
She can even breakdance like a Jabawockee
I'm not serious, I had to admit
This is just a funny mind-blow
Each time she graces a get-together
Holy smokes of happiness would twist in circles
Unleashing her infectious laughs
And funny gestures
Who can beat this lass,
Former PTC's one and only 'pusher'?
A trusted fellow amongst her peers
She's touched lives with her spiritual wisdom
A comfort friend in times of trouble
She would always lend her ears
She makes no one feels small, anyone can stand tall
Her attitude's winsome, everyone ups her thumb!
On this 8th day of December
As she celebrates her natal day
I wish her good health and prosperity
And may cupid has finally found her destined lover
So that eventually, her friends will attend her wedding buffet!
Happy Birthday, dear Connie!
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