Sam-Wises Birthday Poem

I wrote a poem for my friends birthday. She is one of the most amazing people i have ever met. She has bright red hair and a bright red cello, thus the theme of this poem. xD

Happy Birthday Sam-wise
Hope you have a good day
I decided to write you a poem
As for a present, I cannot pay
I apologize for my poverty
As I am only a young’n on the dole
But if I get chance, I’ll send down a prezzie
when my finances are under control
But I must quit my jibber jabber
my rants about being skint
and get on with making you a lovely poem
which hopefully shall turn out mint

Once upon a time,
In a land far from creation,
lived a Red Cello named Tiffany Brisket
Who lived a life of frustration,
Because she wasn't allowed to sing,
In a world without Music, Art and colour,
As the grey scale police would find and catch her,
And make her imagination duller,
She was visiting her local,
For a pint of water, still, of course,
surrounded by people who had less banter,
than a bottle of tomato sauce,
and she just thought “fuck it,
I’m going to get up and sing,
I’m going to get up and Jam
I’m going to do my own thing,
Because I am a creative wizard
And my scarlet coating is insane,
Screw these ordinary folk,
I’m gonna rock this domain!”
And with that she stood on a table,
and belted her sweet heart out,
People gawped, mouths open,
As from those strings a fantastic sound did spout,
Filling the room with imagination and colour,
With vision and inspiration,
Flooding through the doors of the pub and into the world,
Creating a stream of innovation,
As people started thinking for themselves,
The lands filled with beauty and harmony,
The people then turned to Margaret Thatcher,
who was the cause of this colourless colony,
They said “Thatcher, you twonk,
You made us so boring,
Now stand down you heathen,
And be gone by the morning,”
They chanted all night,
At 10 downing street,
Till the old hag left sharpish,
Smelling faintly of condemned meat,
And the people laughed and cheered,
And high fived our Tiffany
Where would the world be today,
Without her magical epiphany?