Dr. Date: How can it be? My love, today, he’s 23!

And Dr. Date, he’s also so far, far away.

Dr. Date

 

Dr. Date,

How can it be? My love, today, he’s 23!

And Dr. Date, he’s also far, far away,

So today, all I can say,

Is, Dear Jake: Happy birthday.

It may be by design,

but my dear, you deserve a rhyme:

because as a kind of your own,

always remember,

 you’re not alone.

As a true truth teller,

Smart advice seller,

Tall, trusted and true bike peddler,

You’re one who, speaking as a sender,

Deserves nothing but candid splendor.

So with these words,

Remember this:

Your friends in Minnesota

think you deserve nothing but bliss.

On a day so special,

so true,

because it’s crafted

just for you.

Just like the cake

that I cannot make,

for my dear Jake.

It just about makes my heart break.

So today I hope this letter will suffice,

And dear Dr. Date,

I hope you’ll ensure

that dear Jake’s birthday

is nothing but full and pure.

Sincerely, anonymous