Younger than you

by Michael Grant
(Kinver, England)

The candles are red,

her eyes are blue
this poem may suck,
but I'm younger than you.

I'm eating your cake
there's nothing you can do,
but sit there and take it,
I'm younger than you.

Look at all these presents,
not one nor two,
still less than me though
I'm younger than you.

I've had a great night,
but what will I do when I get old too,
and my kids start singing
We're younger than you.