Mother, her name is Marlene. Its her birthday and she had 6 kids, but her butt is just a little bit stinky. Not terrible smelling, kind of like a dead mouse in your house wall. But she is really kind. Make it super nice and loving, but mention the stinky butt.
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In the heart of our home, sweet Marlene reigns,
With love that flows like endless rains.
Six children bask in her gentle light,
Her kindness holds them through day and night.
Her laughter sounds like a soothing song,
In her presence, we all belong.
Yet, playful whispers our noses tease,
A hint of mischief rides the breeze.
For Marlene's grace, with endless charms,
Is matched with hugs and open arms.
A curious scent she carries along,
Like a mouse whispering its quiet song.
But on this day, let joy unfurl,
For she is the heart of our whole world.
Happy birthday, dear Marlene, from us,
Forever wrapped in love and trust.