A Birthday Poem.

One day to girls Pasha came.

Since then things have not been the same.

As girls were down upon their knees,

Pasha entered and became their king.

Girls were saving cheese it’s from their doom

When the words “get up, it’s only me” entered the room.

The girls laughed hard at such a sight.

King Pasha broke their kitchen light.

Though their light, he will not mend,

Girls are glad to call King ‘friend.’