A Special Birthday Poem From John Northeast

Posted on November 22, 2006

Today, Mr. John Northeast sent me the best birthday poem that I have ever received. It is even better than bumper’s effort from last year, “Twenty-nine Prime Fishotots”. While bumper’s effort was appreciated, John’s opus easily usurps it due to his poem’s unique pentameter and rhyme. Hats off to you, Mr. Northeast as you are Samuel T. Coleridge’s worthy heir. I have Paypal’d five pounds Sterling to the barman at The Boot and instructed him to dole out a frosty mug of Tom Wood’s Jolly Ploughman on my behalf.

Today is Tony’s Birthday
Hip Hip Hip Hooray
He’s reached a special milestone
To celebrate today
You see, he’s just reached 30
And recently got wed
Let’s hope the celebrations
Don’t go to his head
Have a great day, Tony
Enjoy it while you can
‘Cause the next big celebration
Is when you’re 40 man

Happy Birthday
John

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  1. Ruth Roberts Tue, 28 Nov 2006 06:55:40 UTC

    Dear Tony

    I am your father-in-law’s sister. I am pleased to see he has received universal fame at last. Love to you and Rachel.
    Ruth

  2. Walter Baeck Wed, 29 Nov 2006 19:37:07 UTC

    Best Tony,

    I am your alienated expatriate acquaintance.
    I am stunned to learn that you are now bound by wedlock, you rascal, you !
    From my favorite political antagonist QGS I’ve heard that you recently
    changed employers. That means nothing in the light of all the other changes
    in your life.

    I remember being thoroughly depressed when I hit 30 – what I consider
    to be my true “halfway mark”. Such a contrast with my 35th anniversary
    two weeks ago, which was righteously uneventful and disturbed me not at all.
    Let’s hope that this big 3 felt different for you. Drop me a mail if you ever
    experience a dull moment in the next decade, okay ?

    Walter

  3. Ruth Northeast Fri, 26 Jan 2007 10:56:04 UTC

    My clever Daddy helped make two very clever daughters! One being rather taller and thinner than the other gave her the name of beanpole when growing up. I, on the other hand, was called Specky – poor me! Never mind, I got my own back when I passed an IQ test and got called Mensa – poor Rachie had a spoonerism beginning with D.

    Now Tony, let us know when you need more Parsnip crisps!!

    Ruth

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