now you are splat

splendiferous saturday
happy happy splatterday
encandled cake soaked with rum
all day this song you’ll hum

now i am splat
older than my cat
wish i had a hat
cone or curved or flat

searching for forgotten tome
through the past we would roam
many days when tales were spun
began back in seventy one

birds of truncation drop together
prune the nineteen trim to two
then two times seventy one
prune the one yields forty-two

having waxed parenthetical
a year left as hypothetical
another right theoretical
’tis time to enter a year most magical

now you are splat
you’re always where it’s at
a year full of life u * (everything)
wild as a wombat (singing)

life is not made of alabaster
but every day you master
kleene as an aster-isk
thwart the fabled basil-isk

if you had an 0x you’d be two eh
don’t get decimated any way
’cause you’ll be forty two today
truncate and celebrate all year eh

today and every happy splatterday
autumn and winter get baked
celebrations rum caked
splat’s a year-round thing what’cha say

as they hacked on a mac
three days sequestered adams and fry
shift-eight or six times nine decatri
push the answers on the stack

answer already given
the ultimate question
the coming year a sum
or product of carpe momentum

may every day be unwrapped
as a present or fissure untapped
enjoy your time as forty two
for your splatterdays are few

(for) now you are splat
you’re always where it’s at
a year full of life u * (everything)
wild as a wombat (singing)

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About Brad Werner

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