I was about to post this onto a Facebook wall, but then I didn't.
thought I'd write you a little something something, (to commemorate you reaching the quarter century mark)
But when the moment came, I could think of nothing, (Is there a saying that goes 'wit is bit like a lark' - bird flying away leaving nothing but a tiny insignifcant pile)
People twitter all the time, draining words of meaning,
But what are words for, if nothing but for screening
That one true feeling,
Time to peel back the glass onion, revealing.