The best ever son that a father could wish

With a ten year addiction to chuck one off from the wrist.

Growing ever more like me with the passing of days

With your constant mood changes and cynical ways.

The receding hairline you cover with a hat,

Devoid of grooming you are hairy and fat.

You shout at the TV

How the standards have dropped.

That the stars from your era

Will never be topped.

How the music today is nothing but noise,

But the bands from the past

Had stage presence and poise.

Like your father before you and mine before me

What you see as your father

Is how you will be.

So happy birthday little son

Remember you're not the only one.

Once again best wishes to you

May all your hopes and dreams come true.

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Copyright © 2006 Matthew P. Nicholson