‘TWAS THE DAY AFTER MY BIRTHDAY

Twas the day after my birthday when all through the apartment ,
Everyone was cleaning , sniffing the cake scent .
The decorations were pulled down off the walls in despair ,
Looking at all of the wreck ,we simply didn’t care.
 
I was perched on the sofa , comfortable as ever ,
Never again would I do this, never no never .
Mummy cleaning the floor and daddy the walls ,
We saw all the food that could serve a dozen food stalls.
 
When on the door I heard a tap,
Who was it now , I put on my thinking cap.
Towards the door I scurried away ,
Why would anyone come , it’s not even my birthday .
 
 
Maybe it was a mistake or so I hope ,
But of course with my luck in an instant I knew nope .
I thought of all the possibilities ,
As I sat down by the door on my knees .
 
Each person I counted , one by one,
It was getting late , you couldn’t even see the sun .
Frustrated , I sighed,
This was way to much , I almost wanted to cry.
 
Should I just ignore this , yes that’s what I’ll do,
But what if its important , I know that it’s true.
Having another argument , it was hard to decide,
You know what , just forget it , with mummy I would confide.
 
To mummy I went to tell her my find,
She listened to it all , maybe she saw inside my mind .
I waited for a solution, she should have one for sure ,
Most of her ideas were good , clear yet pure.
 
We both walked back to the door ,
But when we got there she just stood there , I didn’t know what for.
Oh I should have just opened it when I could ,
I got sick of it , I just knew I should.
 
How angry I felt , from my head to my toes,
My whole body twitched , even my nose.
I was about to undo the lock,
Just when I heard another knock.
 
This time daddy came down to see the commotion ,
Suddenly I just stood there , on me was a freeze potion.
My hand was still holding the knob,
But for some reason my eyes could only see a little blob.
 
I opened the door at last,
My eyes were searching the empty space that lie in front of me, vast.
I jumped to the conclusion that this was a joke,
Disappointed  I  felt as if my heart  just broke .
 
I didn’t see anyone there,
But what I did see was a present , that made me stare.
Who could it be , I tried to peer ,
Maybe the birthday fairy I hope she comes next year .
 
I was inspired by the famous poem ‘TWAS THE NIGHT BEFRE CHRISTMAS by Clement Clarke Moore .
 
AJ 
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