How could I have missed this?
I'm in eternal regret,
self-absorbed in my business...
For tradition, a shotty poem?
A Poem for Chizip, Without Any Goats
23 years and what will he do?
The heart of a young lady to actively pursue?
or a tartish young billy from the local zoo?
No dear observers, for another in lieu...
Standing in his best suit,
saluting all in public view.
How would I characterize this zen nudist?
Can I do it this late, and not be brutish?
I'll just resort to a small sample dish,
of course not to reverberate his manhood,
since at 23 it's still amiss...
but further on insult I will risk:
A disturberer of the highest degree,
who can't help but nakedly spree,
from the Olive Garden to Kinkos,
(setting the resolution
plus numero cinqos),
to accentuate in natural Missouri-taste
all those ag?d wrinkles.
Yes, I must apologize for this review,
it was in poor intent, without joyful cue.
None for him, but to me deliver the excess boo
For he's a bastard among the few...
take a friggin' moment to give mon amis his due.
Happy Birthday