I’m sending this short poem to say
That all we poets aren’t gay,
Though some of us may look that way,
We aren’t all like you.
To write like this one must be smart
We express feeling from our heart
The effort sometimes makes us fart
So please just read it through.
You’re growing old and maybe fat
You might lose hair and need a hat
Young girls now say “Gads, look at that,
A fifty year old goat.”
Your mirror shows a wrinkled face
When running you’re well off the pace
You gasp for air each time you race
Like someone ‘s grabbed your throat.
For a long life watch what you eat
Pass up that extra Bushmills treat
Be sure to rest get off your feet
That is the only way.
Now tell your wife “Today I’m King!”
At your command up she should spring
(Just hope your beating doesn’t sting)
On this your special day.
Joyeux Anniversaire
F. A. Zedik
2006