The Birthday Girl

A poem (Dedicated to Alessandra Nielsen)

It is that day again, the first July
The Earth has whirled around fire-sphere afresh
Another year bard-Daystar can apply
His skill at poesy to a song enmesh
Into this summer’s day with full supply
Of words he learned that now become writ-flesh
July the First should be a day Eternal
And not revered just once at the circannual

This was the year a DUI she caught
While merrymaking with her friends all smashed
Cuz operating motorcars is fraught
With fun while drunk provided unabashed
The pilot is with thickening the plot
Between police & citizens who’ve crashed
While not as skilled at working their machinery
Without being able keep their focus plenary

Yet, this cute dame got all dressed up for court
Her little girl legs dangling off her chair
All was attention on her as a sort
Of spotlight never had she known to bear
I can’t imagine how she charmed as sport
The judge with all the work done on her hair
Brazilian girls are always well received
By lawmen who her prettiness relieved

The penalty accepted was a school
Attended on a zoom call once a week
An Indian she hired so as to fool
The teacher with false presence like a sneak
Technically this would not break a rule
If someone vouched that she was there to pique
An education with total sobriety
As well as sorriness to all society

With grace she handled what was her correction
Then frolicked off with friends to have more fun
Yet, who knows what in future’s her direction
Maybe next time she’ll reach for the gun
Of some poor cop whose job is the protection
Of populace enfattened; then she’s done
Goof’d up once more and only for the bit…
To comedy this Beauty must commit!