With a poem.
Ahem.
"Roses are red,
Violets are blue...
I'd send you some polos...
But then there would be less for me!
And that can't be right, can it? Less for me?
If I was deprived, that would probably make you sad, wouldn't it?
Well, that flies in the face of the whole concept of Happy Birthday!
If I actually went and made you sad instead of happy, that would just be wrong.
So I'll keep my polos and you can be happy.
Glad we got that sorted."
Max is unclear on the concept of sharing, and metre and rhyme for that matter. But it's hard to fault his logic...
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- maczona
- The diary of a young horse and a not quite so young novice. What happens when you decide to return to riding after years away from it and suddenly find yourself buying a horse, and a very young horse at that? Who teaches who?
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