She was unique.
She never enjoyed parties, especially birthday parties.
She never liked clowns, for they were far from amusing;
Gifts made her feel terrible,
And balloons made her cry;
And cake, well, that was not her taste.
But every year, in her honor, they would throw her a party…
They would pay the best clown in town to attend.
They would arrange multiple gift tables to be the focus of the room.
Balloons of all kinds were blown up to their capacity.
And of course, they would bake a cake... A beautiful chocolate cake.
Every year, in her dismay, they reopened an unexplainable wound -
An unfortunate event that caused her to regret that
She was unique,
In a way that they failed to understand.