Here is the poem we wrote in Honduras for Chris Goltz's birthday:

Dearest Christopher Goltzimer

Your Mother was not an astronomer

You are a tad bit goofy

Your nose hair is delightfully poofy

Your bald head was a pretty funky

We thought you looked like a bald headed monkey

So, it's your birthday

And papa smurf is in the hay

So what do ya say?

Lets go camping in May

Your now old enough to smoke cigars

But we prefer that you do it in Madagascar's