Dear Father of mine, creator of my aching heart.
Happy Bloody Birthday. Fancy yet another rendition, what is it for you? The fifty-eighth? Seventh? Enjoy papa dearest, I'll forever be yours, sweet child of love and daughter of pride ever more...
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday dear Papa T,
Happy Birthday to you...
Enjoy your fish pie, endless, tea, aluminium contortion and the rice cake that Mummy Dearest is no doubt currently slaving over. Enjoy it, I shall return home in a week, arms laden with sweet gifts of love. So much to tell, too much to share.
I await your kind, warm fatherly clutch more than that of any other.
Sweet Father of love, happy fucking birthday. Enjoy.
