Iain’s Birthday
It was Iain’s birthday today.
I wrote this poem for him:
THE STRONG SILENT STALLION
Look at him
Striding across the world
He is older now
His eyes narrow
You can see them narrowing
Behind his specs
Narrowing to focus on his destiny
He is strong and silent
A stallion
His name is Iain Connell
Iain with two I’s
Which is ironic
Because he has 4 eyes
Look now as he gallops
Into the surf
Women admire him
Three women, from Renfrew
They would like to ride upon his bare back
But he has no time for
Affairs of the Flesh
He is a wordsmith
The oldest profession
Sorry, second oldest
Forgot about Call Centre Operators
He is a letterslinger
Not a postman
A poet
A comedian
A walking joke
See him now
Swimming upside down in the blue
His belly glistening with sweat
And bodily fluids
He’s having
His birthday wank
Happy Birthday
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Beautiful, Robert.
Happy Birthday again, Iain.
I’m a bit late on this, but Happy Birthday Iain.
You’ll always remember this birthday as the one that happened the day before Andre the Giant was revealed as the mother of Baby P.