Today sir is your birthday
My admiration for you I do not even have to say
Your chest hair is bare manly
Whereas I'm adolescent and gangly
Many say 49 is the big one
To me every birthday means a tonne
I hope you get lots of London Pride
I'm informed that's the bitter that makes you elide
To me you are so beautiful
For the pleasure of meeting you I am thankful
I wrote Patrick's Daddy a poem because it's his birthday! Patrick's father is called Andrew and does something to do with IT or pensions or something. He has a dodgy knee and drives a blue Toyota Rav-4. He is a keen Charlton Athletic fan (BIG UP THE ADDICKS) and his larger of choice is Stella Artois. He has two children, one of whom is very beautiful and the other blogs with me. He lives for the chase, well he lives in the chase, it's what his cul-de-sac is called. Now you're all allowed to be with Patrick in relationship form because you've all but met his father, hopefully I've saved you some time.
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