There once was a lass called Bonita.
The only cheese she might like is Velveeta.

A more generous person, you never did know.
She’s also funny but won’t steal your show.

Handier in a pinch than most folks hereabouts.
Bonita is wise and does not suffer louts.
She’ll be supportive if zombies you run from.
And if she were a pirate, she’d give you her rum.

She has a sweet soul, is kind-hearted, loves dogs.
I’m pretty sure she’d throw those Highland Games logs.



Her great taste in books and film should get a mention.
She takes fun to another dimension.

She keeps secrets right up there with graves.
I could see her running and dancing with braves.

She’ll tell you what you need to hear, rather than want to.
Sometimes, her ideas are fresh as the dew.

Going to a haunted house with her is highly recommended.
But, you’ll have to find your own Bones, cause this one is friended.
Which I just realized means you’re out of luck.
Cause this lovely lady is a one of a kind duck.

Happy Birthday, Friend! I hope Paris treats you to the most beautiful day of your life.