Ode to Monica on year #30

There once was a girl named Monica,
who had never played the harmonica
but her husband did and so will her kid
and they'll play them as they ride in their Mazda

This beautiful girl loves her birthday
she wishes it happened every Thursday
each August she waits and anticipates
the goodies, ice cream, and cakes

We all love this wonderful girl
She's so pretty it makes Shawn's bald head swirl
We love when she laughs and how she cleans this and that
a perfect wife mother daughter, a pearl

Ok, that was a little bit cheesy
but doing this poem thing ain't easy
But I love you so much, so here's the last touch
hurry come home for a nice birthday squeezy (hug)

Love you! Have a great day!