Today marks the birthday
Of a lady I met in a café
Although coffee she avoids
She released my serotonin, oxytocin, vasopressin and endogenous opioids
Now it’s already been half a year
Thank goodness she can pronounce ‘Nuclear’
She has shown to be incredibly caring
And at times, a little daring
She makes me laugh, to boot
With her increasingly frequent toots
Today she grows in age
I say she’s becoming a sage
Indeed, I love her the most
Even more than peanut butter toast
Happy birthday, baby. I love you!
