Howard, Happy Birthday!
from Rhoda, your dear wife,
Josh and Gabriel, your two sons.
Seems to me you’ve got quite a life.
You are turning seventy
And Gabe is twenty three
I’m not Mensa caliber
But see you’re virile, tee hee!
Maybe it’s your worldly tastes, let see:
You love your cigars Cuban, your drink Scotch
And travel, and travel the world.
Now you go to Russia –
I’ll keep this one hush-a.
Your mates from Sullivan know you like to hum some.
“Howie the Hummingbird” they dubbed you.
Who knew you’d have such a palette?
Dire Straits, Dire Straits, where did that one come from?
Opera, CSO… that makes much more sense.
Oh, happy Howie.
There is so much more to say,
I’ve gone beyond my haiku form.
I have dishonored
my people’s way!
Now I perform the hari kari
Your mojo’s much too strong
I must find my wakizashi
So I go and say my so long.
Happy Birthday dear Howie
and many more years.
Prosperity and good health
we wish to you.
Happy Birthday!