Advanced and Belated my Greetings fare
For the Lone Star Beauty my Summons despite
Having left my Tearful Wantings despair
Then offer it to your Happiness quite
For this Independence judged by your Name
How cool are his Forceps fused into yours,
Nipped your Smile's Edge his Quintessence became
Offered once - twice - then advance into fours
As what any Wise-****** Elder would Perscribe
Since Feelings sincere broke the Munchkin's Heart
To lift as the Cross your Saviour subscribe
This One Joy liberate was yours from the Start.
Blessings indeed bill this Sacrosanct Day
Then corral your Fortunes for Candle-Light's Way.

The Sexton returns. And in his own Heart
Saw the Ivory-Cloth left at the Tomb -
That same Fabric where his Memories part
By Un-Conditioned Labours bled by Earth's Womb
Thus asked himself: "How this Ferrimost Man
Caused a Nation's Pride by Honour devote
One Deed foreign; By the Journalist's Hand
Of Teary Stripes make a Good Man denote!"
Then. They came. One Rose and Three Soldiers bleed
Caused by their Instincts to recall their Lord
That feign Regrets by their Last Hour's Need
Refresh another Year infused by his Word.
The Sexton withdraws. And resumes his Path
To Live his own Moments on their behalf.

Coneys, that they Breed succulent for Stew
Break this Measure from their Kind populate
As such with my Heart; Bred moments for you
Learn to Love my Mortal Self abdicate
Why this Fragged Lesson chose these Ducts to Weep
When Frilliment's Time corks better with Age
Subtracting your Smile; Which Bisanity deep
Extracted a Loony from that of a Sage
Tripe, it seems, that my constricting Decide
To leave my Bells ringing for your Enrouse
Such god you are; Deaf to Heaven's subside
And Dive past Sentimentals to your House.
And what House it was deserving as Home
Twill bet you prefer my Mouth shouts alone.

Poseidon and Zeus have teamed up on this horrid night.
Thunder and lightning to show off their might.
It calms me down as the thunder roars.
It gives me strength to walk upon the shores.
Poseidon and Zeus have a plan made just for you.
Heaven has made a spot for your rest too.

Of Teens, then Twenties, then Thirties galore
All breed Divine your Best Manlihood's spent
So in spare the Words; Waste Language for more
Spawn Fourty Tempters your Hormones relent
And who is to Blame given such Stage we Live
Even though imply some Old Crone's Counsel
Were your Stones by the Road; Much your Peers sieve
These Drunken Records pinch by the Handle
Your Smile caused the Crime. That which we Remind
Where Better Models make such Style unique
Yet - not Enough. Be that Mum's Genes in Kind
Assures your Mark which the World dares to Speak.
Tell me again. Why the Added Arms you Knead
Though Bread bakes its own more Sugar you plead?

Whilst you nurse and tend your Vain, Swollen Foot
After hours of Practice did Hone your Length
You played the Player; By Mile's Minds re-boot
Merely welted your Soles from out of Strength
Of course, lonely were Rehearsals increment,
Much did the Egyptian wrap Portions complete
But knew your Pores; Thus applied Fortiment
That Stung-Itched Balm by Glossy Herbs replete
The Mobile rings. Of Double Versions heard
One by your chest and the Other near soul
Each held Respect-of-Confections your Word
Then sample enough to make your Man whole.
What else could I say? Save my Starling Greet
Your Long-Distance Call I would haply meet.

(Happy Birthday, WILLZY!)