Send me your best attempt at a "greeting card" poem...just in time for my birthday.
OK - you get a week, I'm never on time with those things either!
In order to avoid an inquiry at the Cafe and the unavoidable senate hearing, this contest will be judged in a blind taste test by an impartial jury of who so ever is seated in the living room on the morning of July 5, and the cat. Just remember, You're all Winners!
Big pieces of cake, you know, the ones from the corner, with all the icing and those crunchy candy things!