Kelly is 40

K E L L Y I S 4 0 

H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y

J T M 

Girl; you took my heart, 

I will never let you go, 

we're one for ever. 

W R I T T E N B Y 

C H R I S T O P H E

M U M ' S S T A R R Y 

N I G H T 

Drifting away as the night awakens. 

Gloomy sky the day gives. looking up the sun will 

bring in a ding and a flash. 

Suddenly a new day appears having more fun and 

more joyful tears. 

When we are done we shall rest until the day is done. 

We have rested a ton but still the day is young. 

Now it is time to go to bed then we can see the night 

again. 

The stars are out again and shining their best. 

And on this night and more we shall see the 

stars for ever more. 

The end 


V I O L E T T E

M U M ' S P L A Y 

It started with two lovers 

like a midsummer's night dream 

happy, merry and loving their scene. 

Like Romeo and Juliet 

they loved each other so 

but little did they know how far this would go. 

5 years later and still going strong 

like the twelfth night 

they were married and remembered their song. 

Then they had kids which the mum gave birth 

the first one was a boy, and the third one a girl. 

the second one however was totally hell 

but remember all's well that ends well. 

Now to this day the story goes on 

but just remember 

the story can continue as you like it. 


C A L L U M

S U P E R M O M 

Mom, you're a wonderful mother, 

So gentle, yet so strong. 

The many ways you show you care 

Always make me feel I belong. 

You're patient when I'm foolish; 

You give guidance when I ask; 

It seems you can do most anything; 

You're the master of every task. 

You're a dependable source of comfort; 

You're my cushion when I fall. 

You help in times of trouble; 

You support me whenever I call. 

I love you more than you know; 

You have my total respect. 

If I had my choice of mothers, 

You'd be the one I'd select! 

S E L E C T E D B Y 

J A K E 

J O A N N A F U C H S

D R A W N B Y 

M I L L I E

G I R L W I T H A C U R L 

There was a little Girl 

Who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead 

When she was good she was very very good, but when she 

was bad she was horrid 

Now to this I have to disagree 

Yes she had a curl right in the middle of her forehead 

When she was good she was very very good, but never bad 

or horrid 

I can still see her face 40 years ago 

Watching over time her starting to grow 

Her first step, words and all the things she learnt to know 

More than a Daughter more than a friend 

Getting through days that sometimes seemed to never end

Laughing, spending shopping sprees 

That when you checked your bank account brought you to 

your knees 

Logic in amongst madness, soft kind words in times of 

sadness 

Judge Jury of the best kind, and someone that also makes 

time 

Photo mad, every second a click but memories for us all to 

share from a memory stick 

Caring Mother, sorter out all things done without a shout 

Now is a grown up girl who still has curls one might stray to 

her forehead 

To this day she is very very good, and never horrid 

How I have loved my Girl with a curl in the middle of her 

forehead 


Y O U R M U M

A G I F T F R O M T H E 

M O O N 

What do you wish for? Said the man in the moon. 

I wish for a friend, said she in the dark. 

A friend, said the moon, not diamonds or pearls? 

For what, said the girl, to show to whom? 

So what do you wish for? Said the man in the moon. 

A friend, said the girl, to know me for life. 

A friend, said the moon. Not to travel the lands? 

No, said the girl, I see all that I need to from here. 

Why do you wish for a friend? Said the moon. 

Because friendship is precious and priceless and rare. 

And what shall they look like and who shall they be? 

They shall be elegant and witty and free; 

We shall watch stars together and our children shall 

dance. 

Ok, said the moon, I shall grant you your wish. 

And so the children dance. 

W R I T E N B Y 

L U C E

T H E J O U R N E Y T O 

B E C O M I N G 4 0 

From playing jump rope, 

To piercing cousins ears. 

Bottle cap tops, 

The trend for that year. 

Becoming an Auntie, 

And a wonderful mum. 

Having a family, 

There have been tears, but lots of fun. 

Dancing on worktops, 

And scraping wash boards. 

Smoking too much and ending up on the floor, 

Friday nights with the dreaded puppet show. 

Pissing off the Cypriots who lived down the road. 

My sister, My friend the kindest I know, 

Who would bend over backwards for all that she knows. 

The voice of reason over the years, 

So this is your journey for the last 40 years. 


M A N D Y 

A G E 3 6

X O X O X O 

With this poem, I write to you 

There is a lot to put, about me and you 

You've been so many things to me, an aunt and a friend 

We've shared secrets and stories, had fun doing it too 

You've been there for me throughout the good and bad 

and been my shoulder to cry when I'm feeling sad. 

From drinking tea all day everyday 

and staying up all night watching reality tv 

Getting you to like ex on the beach 

and Christophe cringing at all of it 

Going shopping every Tuesday 

Spending loads of money and regretting it the next day 

or ripping your cardigan on the car door 

and using it as an excuse to buy more 

when I had no one, you opened your door 

you welcomed me in and couldn't have done more

You're so lovely, special and kind 

I look up to you and I'm glad you're in my life 

I've always said I will never hate you 

and to this day that saying is still true 

You have had a difficult life which you should never have 

but good things come to the ones that deserve 

You have so many people who will always be by your side 

and they always will be till the end of time 

I love you so much 

Hope this birthday is one of the best 

Have a good day 


B R Y O N Y

It takes many special qualities to make a Auntie like you 

A lot of care and kindness and understanding too 

It takes a special kind of love 

That seems to know no end 

And that is why your loved so much 

Today and all year through 


J E S S I C A

T H E C A T I N T H E 

H A T O N A G I N G 

I cannot see 

I cannot pee 

I cannot chew 

I cannot screw 

Oh my god, what can I do? 

My memory shrinks 

My hearing stinks 

No sense of smell 

I look like hell 

My mood is bad - can you tell? 

My body's drooping 

Have trouble pooping 

The Gold Years 

Have come at last 

The Golden Years 

Can kiss my ass 


C L A I R 

D R . S E U S S

Y O U 

I still remember the first day we met 

We were too shy to say much at all 

It's funny to think back to that time 

Because now we're having a ball! 

They say that true friendship is rare 

An adage that I believe to be true 

Genuine friendship is something that I cherish 

I am so lucky to have met you. 

Our bond is extremely special 

It is unique in its own way 

We have something irreplaceable 

I love you more and more each day. 

We've been through so much together 

In so little time we've shared 

I will never forget all the moments 

That you've shown me how much you cared. 

Friends are forever 

Especially the bond that you and I possess 

I love your fun-filled personality 

Somehow you never fail to impress.

The world could use more people like you 

It would certainly be a better place 

I love everything about you 

You are someone I could never replace. 

You are always there for me 

When my spirits need a little lift 

I cannot thank you enough for that 

You are truly an extraordinary gift. 

You are everything to me and more 

I could never express that enough 

Life is such a treacherous journey, and 

Without you it would be even more tough. 

Our story will continue to grow 

With each passing day 

Because I trust that with you by my side 

Everything will always be Okay. 

You are so dear to me 

You know I will love you until the end 

I will always be there for you, and 

You will always (and forever) be my best friend. 


J U L I E 

M A R G E R Y W A N G

Knowing someone is always there, 

Even when they have so much going on, 

Looking after all her family and friends. 

Loving and loyal, 

You have the kindest heart I know… 


A M I E

K E L L Y ' S 4 0 T H 

B I R T H D A Y 

Que lit Kelly sous le ciel qui luit, 

Dans son jardin verdoyant et fleuri ? 

Un livre venu d’Amazonie, 

Il parle de la vie et du temps qui fuit. 

Quand elle le téléchargea, elle n’imaginait pas 

Qu’il lui apprendrait pas à pas 

Que le temps passe vite, sans bruit, 

Et qu’un jour des bougies la flamme qui luit, 

Elle soufflerait avec tous, joyeusement, 

Fêtant, du long chemin, cette étape des quarante ans. 


F R A N C E S C O 

M A R I A

A N A D M I R A B L E 

W O M A N 

There is a woman who always keeps her head up high. 

Her eyes sparkle like a bright star in the sky. 

She has the stamina, beauty, and courage that one would 

admire, 

Even the love and happiness one inspires. 

She is a women that one can always count on, 

And a woman that sees no wrong. 

Her beauty shines from the inside out, 

It flows like a journey down a long route. 

Her smile shines beautifully like the sun rising over the horizon, 

And her intelligence, wisdom, and hard work are not surprising. 

She is a genuinely caring women 

Who goes the extra mile to help one in need or broken hearted, 

And throughout all of her hard work, 

No one ever sees her fall apart. 

We are privileged and proud that this woman is our wonderful 

niece Kelly. 


D A W N - J O H N 

H O L L Y - M A R T I N 

C R Y S T A L F O Y

M O N R Ê V E 

F A M I L I E R 

Je fais souvent ce rêve étrange et pénétrant 

D'une femme inconnue, et que j'aime, et qui m'aime 

Et qui n'est, chaque fois, ni tout à fait la même 

Ni tout à fait une autre, et m'aime et me comprend. 

Car elle me comprend, et mon coeur, transparent 

Pour elle seule, hélas ! cesse d'être un problème 

Pour elle seule, et les moiteurs de mon front blême, 

Elle seule les sait rafraîchir, en pleurant. 

Est-elle brune, blonde ou rousse ? - Je l'ignore. 

Son nom ? Je me souviens qu'il est doux et sonore 

Comme ceux des aimés que la Vie exila. 

Son regard est pareil au regard des statues, 

Et, pour sa voix, lointaine, et calme, et grave, elle a 

L'inflexion des voix chères qui se sont tues. 


L A U R E N C E 

P A U L V E R L A I N E

W A R N I N G 

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple 

With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me. 

And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer 

gloves 

And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter. 

I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired 

And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells 

And run my stick along the public railings 

And make up for the sobriety of my youth. 

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain 

And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens 

And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat 

And eat three pounds of sausages at a go 

Or only bread and pickle for a week 

And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in 

boxes. 

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry 

And pay our rent and swear in the street 

And set a good example for the children. 

We must have friends to dinner and read the papers. 

But maybe I ought to practise a little now? 

So people so who know me are not too shocked and 

surprised 

When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple. 


J A N 

J E N N Y J O S E P H

There was a young lassie from Welling 

who's nose could be better at smelling 

she went off to France 

got more than a glance 

tis the start of a story worth telling 

So this lad with any eye for said lass 

stepped up and he made a clear pass 

so knowing no better 

she sent him a letter 

and somehow he'd come top of class 

While no one says life is all fun 

if it kicks off with U2 and One 

it's then got a good chance 

to swing and to dance 

maturing with time till all's done. 

So hard times and tears pass behind 

as life is not always a grind 

give hard times no thought 

look what life has brought 

cos that way it's smiles that we find. 


D A V E

L E I S U R E 

What is this life, full of care, 

We have no time to stand and stare. 

No time to stand beneath the boughs 

And stare as long as sheep or cows. 

No time to see, when woods we pass, 

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. 

No time to see, in broad daylight, 

Streams full of stars, likes skies at night. 

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance, 

And watch her feet, how they can dance. 

No time to wait till her mouth can 

Enrich that smile her eyes began. 

A poor life this if, full of care, 

We have no time to stand and stare. 


I S A B E L 

W . H . D A V I E S

M A G E N T I L L E 

M A R R A I N E 

Ma gentille marraine, 

C’est de l’Amour que tu nous donnes. 

Tu es belle comme une Reine. 

Je te Remercie pour ta générosité, 

Marraine je t’Adore. 

Tu es la marraine Idéale, 

Douce comme du Nougat, 

Et scintillante comme une Etoile. 


M A R I E - G A R A N C E

She made broken look beautiful 

and strong look invincible. 

She walked with the Universe 

on her shoulders and made it 

look like a pair of wings. 


I S S Y 

A R I A N A D A N C U

Here's a Birthday toast to you, 

Here's a little drink for me too, 

Here's a Birthday wish for you, 

Here's another drink for me too, 

So thank you for having a birthday, 

And I heard that you have had quite a few, 

So I'm gonna say goodbye now, 

Because I have had quite a few too. 


C R A I G

M A R R A I N E 

Marraine, je t’aime beaucoup, 

Marraine, tu es tellement belle. 

Marraine, tu es gentille. 

Marraine tes cadeaux sont toujours très beaux. 

Je suis Jean-Baptiste et toi tu es ma marraine. 

Je sais que tu m’aimes, 

Et je t’aime aussi. 


J E A N - B A P T I S T E

C H A N C E 

Et pourtant, nous pouvions ne jamais nous connaître ! 

Mon amour, imaginez-vous 

tout ce que le Sort dû permettre 

pour que l'on soit là, qu'on s'aime, et pour que ce soit 

nous ? 

Tu dis : "Nous étions nés l'un pour l'autre." Mais pense 

à ce qu'il a dû falloir de chances, de concours, 

de causes, de coïncidences, 

pour réaliser ça, simplement, notre amour ! 

Songe qu'avant d'unir nos têtes vagabondes, 

nous avons vécu seuls, séparés, égarés, 

et que c'est long, le temps, et que c'est grand, le monde, 

et que nous aurions pu ne pas nous rencontrer. 

As-tu jamais pensé, ma jolie aventure, 

aux dangers que courut notre pauvre bonheur 

quand l'un vers l'autre, au fond de l'infinie nature, 

mystérieusement gravitaient nos deux coeurs ? 

Sais-tu que cette course était bien incertaine 

qui vers un soir nous conduisait, 

et qu'un caprice, une migraine, 

pouvaient nous écarter l'un de l'autre à jamais?

Je ne t'ai jamais dit cette chose inouïe : 

lorsque je t'aperçus pour la première fois, 

je ne vis pas d'abord que tu étais jolie. 

Je pris à peine garde à toi. 

Ton amie m'occupait bien plus, avec son rire. 

C'est tard, très tard, que nos regards se sont croisés. 

Songe, nous aurions pu ne pas savoir y lire, 

et toi ne pas comprendre, et moi ne pas oser. 

Où serions-nous ce soir si, ce soir-là, ta mère 

t'avait reprise un peu plus tôt ? 

Et si tu n'avais pas rougi, sous les lumières, 

quand je voulus t'aider à mettre ton manteau ? 


D E N I S E 

P A U L G É R A L D Y

K E L L Y 

Kings have crown and jewels 

Endeavour vain to reach happiness. 

Love solely shine bright to chase away sadness. 

Lucky is Chris to have you on his side. 

Your heart more than a kingdom is wide. 


J P

F A M I L I E S 

Families are people 

Who care about you. 

My family is special - 

Your family is too! 

Mothers and fathers, 

And sisters and brothers, 

Grandmas and grandpas, 

And so many others! 

One family is big, 

While another is small. 

Some families have children, 

And some, none at all! 

When we're together, 

or far, far apart - 

The people I love 

Fill the map of my heart. 


A L I C E 

A N O N Y M O U S

X X X X 

Pour ses vacances elle descend du Ferry. 

Elle, Kelly, jeune á qui la vie sourit. 

Qui aurait dit qu’a Pouldouran, 

Naîtrait autant de sentiment? 

La simplicité du language 

N’éloigna pas leurs deux visages. 

Survolant la marée, Cupidon s’en méla. 

C’est ainsi que l’union de deux cœur commença. 

Christophe, amoureux, prend son vol sous une pluie, 

Atterrit sous une autre dans un nouveau pays. 

Étudie dans le Kent pour une toute nouvelle vie, 

Avant qu’un beau mariage ne l’unisse á Kelly. 

Depuis le premier jour, plus de deux décennies, 

Et sous un ciel changeant, la famille s’agrandit: 

Jake, Callum, Violette, 

Espoir, gaité, fête. 

Et c’est ainsi que Vie, Surprise et Changement, 

Nous portent ici Kelly, fêtons ces quarante ans! 


M I C H E L 

F R A N C E S C O

K E L L Y 

K is for Kindhearted, a heart of gold 

E is for Efficient, to tackle all that impedes 

L is for Lovable, a caring heart 

L is for Loyal, you uplift those around 

Y is for Young, full of zest 

Kelly - wife, mum, daughter, auntie and friend.... 

You are the best! 


L O U I S E

It takes a special person 

to be a friend like you 

kind and always caring 

warm-hearted through and through 

Some people just deserve the best 

and you are surely one 

today is all about you 

and the many things you've done 

You do so much to show you care 

you're always there for everyone 

I'd just like to let you know 

that you're a truly special friend 

Friends forever with all the love in the world 


M A R I E

M O N S I E U R L E 

V E N T 

Soufflez monsieur le vent 

Faites danser les nuages 

Et les cheveux des enfants sages 

Soufflez monsieur le vent 

Emportez les papiers 

Et le chapeau du jardinier 


A L E X - R U B Y 

L E S 3 C H A R D O N S

N E V E R T R U S T A 

M I R R O R 

Never trust a mirror, 

For a mirror always lies, 

It makes you think that all you're worth, 

Can be seen from the outside. 


It only shows you what's skin deep, 

You can't see how your eyelids flutter, 

When you're drifting off to sleep, 

It doesn't show you what the world sees, 

Where you're only being you, 

Or how your eyes just light up, 

When you're loving what you do, 

It doesn't capture when you're smiling, 

Where no-one else can see, 

And your reflection cannot tell you, 

Everything you mean to me, 


For it only shows your skin, 

And if you think that it dictates your worth, 

It's time you looked within. 


L E O - R O B I N 

J O A N N A F U C H S

A S P E C I A L F R I E N D 

If there's someone you can talk to, 

someone no one can replace; 

If there's someone you can laugh with, 

'till the tears run down your face; 

If there's someone you can call on when 

you need a helping hand; If there's 

someone you can count on to advise and 

understand, If there's someone you 

think more as of each year 

comes to it's end; 

You're a very lucky person 

for you've found A Special Friend 


L O U I S E 

T R I P L E B E E

T H E D R U N K C A T I N 

T H E H A T 

Id like another drink I think 

Another drink to make me pink 

I think I'll drink until I stink 

I'll drink until I cannot blink 

Perhaps I’ll have a shot of rye 

The rye I spy with my own eye 

Some rye to make me fly so high 

I think that I can touch the sky 

Or maybe I will have some rum 

Its not so dumb to want some rum 

I’ll drink and fall upon my bum 

Or maybe contemplate my thumb 

Some vodka would be very nice 

Or wine, or maybe scotch on ice 

Perhaps Kahlua would entice 

I’ll drink it once, I’ll drink it twice

Perhaps some gin to make me grin 

It's not a sin to want some gin 

A 26 will make me spin 

And then I will begin again 

I want some beer to make me cheer 

Hurray! Hurrah! A cheer for beer! 

I will not stick it in my ear 

Hurrah! Hurray! I’m here for beer 

I’ll drink with my friends Jack and Ron 

I’ll drink until my livers gone 

I’ll invite Sam and Bud and you 

And Captain Morgan can come, too 

I’m loaded now, I have to go 

My brain is working very slow 

There’s just one thing I need to know: 

Where is the can? I have to go! 


A N T H O N Y 

D R . S O U S E

A S Y O U L I K E I T , 

A C T I I , S C E N E V I I 

All the world’s a stage, 

And all the men and women merely players; 

They have their exits and their entrances, 

And one man in his time plays many parts, 

His acts being seven ages.At first, the infant, 

Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms. 

Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel 

And shining morning face, creeping like snail 

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, 

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad 

Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier, 

Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, 

Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, 

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice, 

In fair round belly with good capon lined, 

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, 

Full of wise saws and modern instances; 

And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts 

Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, 

With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; 

His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide 

For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, 

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes 

And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, 

That ends this strange eventful history, 

Is second childishness and mere oblivion, 

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. 


A N D Y 

S H A K E S P E A R E

Kelly is 40

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