Table for a Party of One, Sir?

Good times may come, good times may go. Some times are just for fun, or show.

For Merv, this is old hat.

Take birthdays as Exhibit "A"...they make you special for one day.

You wear the hat, you pop balloons, you may play games or watch cartoons,

You stuff yourself with pop and chips, and stronger stuff may pass your lips.

 

But if you are the one and only, that is when it can get lonely.

 

I sent out special invitations to my friends and my relations,

But none of them could come. Their reason? "It's the hibernation season".

 

All by myself I wore my hat, climbed up here, and here I sat

Waiting for the fun to start, but with a very heavy heart.

 

For a while the silence roared, and I felt all sad and bored.

Then I started softly humming, and familiar words kept coming.

"Happy Birthday, Merv," I sang. Through my mind the chorus rang,

Reminding me of birthdays past. How time moves along so fast!

 

"Tempus fidget" (time does fly)There's no time to sit and cry.

"Carpe diet!" (eat your fish) So, I made a birthday wish,

Blew out the candles, scarfed the cake. Then I saw my big mistake.

The calendar up on the wall was showing Spring instead of Fall.

It had not been turned for months! Whoa! Do I look like a dunce!

 

I felt so silly, but at least I'll have a second birthday feast

In something less than half a year when my friends don't disappear.

I'm sending notices that say, "Come celebrate my real birthday".

The invitations say, in essence, "I don't need gifts, but crave your presence."

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