Though Papa arrived an hour behind,
And the wine left much desired,
Luck’s patience proved both rare & kind—
Perhaps the stars conspired.
Many languages live on Luck's tongue,
Luo, Japanese, Swahili sung,
A punk rock queen, with pop lock dreams,
Gowns can't contain what lies beneath.
KFC sent with auntie's care,
A niece that knows she’s always there,
Her sisters call, they talk for hours,
Family bonds, that weekly flower.
Grandfather's sight, a seer's gift,
Did the ancient wisdom drift?
A Taurus with a Pisces plight—
A fish to test her second sight.
So here's to food that tasted right,
To songs and vlogs, a kiss goodnight,
Edible adventures, yet to come,
To all the fun that’s just begun.
— Papa
