Happy Birthday Mahnaz!

Well today is the day, as they say not in March or September or May that you party it up at your poet fan club I was going to write you a play. But the gremlin that lives in my mind who is tugging my ear from behind he made sure I would lose all the help from my muse thus it follows I am in a bind. So a limerick will have to do it is nothing earthshaking or new all the best to this girl so, I'll give it a whirl I'm sending my love to you. ************************************ Did the chicken precede the egg, your careful attention I beg since no hen was around to dropp eggs on the ground..? (and I wouldn't be pulling your leg) . Where the egg comes from is a big riddle, so I asked the wise man with the fiddle, and he said that each rabbit makes egg-laying a habit They come out of the hole in the middle. Now you know that those chickens don't lay. On the farm they go search in the hay for the eggs left by hares, in the end though, who cares I will have my egg poached if I may.