My Birthday Feast
James K. (“Diego”) McAlister
I could hardly wait to go
At Christmas break to Mexico,
To feel hot sand beneath my feet
On a sunny, tropic beach.
On New Year’s Day my birthday came.
Presents, fun, it was like a game.
I heard crashing waves and watched palms sway --
The sights and sounds of my great day.
The feast arrived, and I was ready
As I clasped a fluffy Teddy
(My birthday gift of Two Thousand One.
That birthday had been lots of fun!)
In a room with
streamers and confetti
They brought my favorite dish: spaghetti.
Conversation was going ‘round,
Until I heard melodic sounds.
A Mariachi band did play
As if it were a holiday.
The men were dressed like neon signs
In sequined suits that looked so fine!
The orchestra then marched my way
While people sang “Happy Birthday!”
My cake smelled like a ripe strawberry,
And on top, a bright, red cherry.
After the party I was tired,
But could not rest, ‘cuz I was wired.
My Dad yawned, “Quiet! Not a peep!”
So finally I went to sleep.
© 2004 James K. McAlister
