There is a strange lad named Morris
Who writes a fine verse and a chorus
He's known far and wide
For trying to hide
But when he appears
He just floors us!
Best wishes,
Hedda O.
Devious punk
Melodious monk
Attack them with flowers
Their ship is sunk
Hope you had a good birthday, Morrissey. Good luck in the coming year and always.
Much lurv,
Hedda O.
PS more lurv.
Screaming and throwing flowers around - sometimes it's the only reasonable action. Thanks for doing it so beautifully.
Best wishes on your birthday.
Much love,
Hedda O.
Ode to Morrissey:
Your voice drops me
Through a euphoric trapdoor.
With such riches
I will never be poor.
Happy birthday.
With love and plagiarism,
Hedda O.
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