They decorated my room

As if I was turning the age of five,

I hold my hands up to show my age

I am, dis many.

 

My mother sent me a package

It weighs ten pounds

And based on a dream

I think it is my cat;

But I dare not say that out loud,

So my friend does.

 

I stare at the box, scared of what’s inside

But it says I can’t open it until my birthday,

And it is tradition,

So I don’t.

 

Two days ago I got worried

So I picked up my phone and I asked my mom,

She said it wasn’t the cat.

I felt relieved.

 

My birthday comes around.

 

My friends have decorated my room as if I am turning, five

I put up my hands

I am dis many,

But the number doesn’t fit

And I can’t remember the last time it did.

 

There is a banner tied to the ceiling

My friend holds Tasty cakes on a plate

With candles and sprinkles on each one

I blow out the candles and they beg me to open the box.

 

A pirate adventure table toper sits on my desk

 

I take out my scissors and cut off the tape

 

All eyes on me,

Awkwardly.

 

And I pull out a blue treasure chest.

 

I sit in my chair opening presents,

My friends all around me

They smile

And I know how old I am now but I put up my hands

Because the number doesn’t fit

Even though I feel like I am,

Dis many.