For your birthday, you got
a day at the races
a night at the opera
an hour at the zoo
and an evening of erotic intimations.

I gave you a fireworks display
an ice cream social
six lords a leaping
seven ladies dancing
eight jugglers hopping
with an assortment of other unusual stimuli
available for your consumption.

I offered you so much,
provided as many opportunities as I could
to show how I cared.
I wanted you to feel loved
to know just how I felt
but
because of your narcolepsy and amnesia
I think you’ll just have to take my word
for all of it.