Friend Kay is a forty-ish “hottie.”

And Karen writes poems that are naughty.

When Kay’s sad, sick or cranky,

She grabs for a hanky.

To wipe off the nose that got snotty.

 

For this planet, Kay feels great concern.

Every animal, bird, tree and fern

Is at risk of demise,

So she does minimize

Her foot print… It’s one WE should learn!

 

And one of the things Kay will do

When afflicted with dangling “boo”

Is to NOT grab a tissue--

That’s part of the issue!

She’s saving the trees nature grew.

 

Instead, to keep her nose neat,

Her boogies and paper won’t meet.

A paper towel roll

Ain’t part of her goal!

So I’m RE-formulating a sheet

 

These hankies aren’t white, so they’ll hide

Whatever you blow on their side.

It seemed a disgrace

To not add some lace,

So they could be carried with pride.

 

And yet, I’m a practical sort.

After all, into them you will snort!

Your nose they will rub,

In the wash, them you’ll scrub.

To add lace seemed to be futile sport.

 

And so, here is my gift to you.

For your sneezes, your sobs and your goo.

You grew one year older,

Your hankies got bolder,

And an old sheet became something new!

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KAY!

And please forgive me….  I am a sick woman!