Happy Birthday, Robert Waltz!

“Happy Birthday Robert Waltz!” - you are surprised by our shout
You soiled yourself with icy fright – time to bail out
I grab you to meet your friends and family inside the place
You try to excuse yourself quickly in order to save face

The decadent smells of Italian food blanket the electrifying air
As I move close to you I grimace, oh no - do I dare
Ask you what in the world is that horrible wretched smell
Too late you are attacked by the relatives from hell

Fortunately, I snatch you away and tell the guest we'll be back
We rush out the doors like banshees before we catch flak.
I zip you to your place so you can change your accident
Thank God there wasn't any accompanying flatulence.

We get back in time in order to enjoy the festivities
Italians know how to eat, look at all the delicacies
Mountainous spaghetti and monstrous lasagna
Garfield would be proud, still hope you'll fit your pajamas.

The time is drawing late and the owner says we must go
I wobble you back to the car with carry-out in tow
I'm glad this party went well and was not a total bomb
I couldn't have done this party without Writing.com.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

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S.D.G.