Ode To Mindy

I'm warning you, this won't be great,

But here we are on your birth date.

A tribute, they asked, and so I said

I wonder if you were dropped on your head

There must be something about the color red

I remember, we shared a bed (room).

Sometimes you let me borrow your clothes.

I always made sure I spilled on those.

I can't remember when we were young,

My memory is much like dung.

I remember we were good friends.

Something something mumble backbends.

Phone calls and e-mails would always extend.

We talked many times most every day,

I don't think we listened to much reggae.

One time you came to stay with me,

I had just had a wee baby.

It was nice to get more sleep

If I hadn't, I'd probably weep.

You were so nice, that you sewed

A carrier for my little toad.

And also a beautiful quilt for my bed

I sleep there with my man, Meathead.

That's not really his name, but there's come a time

I'm finding it is hard to rhyme.

You are my sister and that's a fact,

Sometimes I get a little sidetracked.

I hope you have a great birthday.

And that's about all I have to say.