Butchy Boy

(No date listed, but for Martin Riesland's 50th birthday)

I value my life too much to use the "BB' term other than in the title.

If said to his face this term could cost my life which to me is vital.

    When we were younger, the term would bring a punch in the arm.

    After which he would always claim, "Mom, I did no harm."

"It was just a gentle tap."

Oh yeah, and the permanent bruise I sustained was just a bum rap.

    Marty is a gentle soul, just don't tell him you know how to swim.

    He takes you on a raft in the middle of the river and pushes you in.

He is as graceful as a gazelle,

except when he steps on the rake then he just hollers like hell.

    With a BB gun he is quite the talented marksman,

    hell, he got me in the back with one shot and I was facing him.

Fire is his specialty, like when he burned the chicken coop.

He was mad at me 'cause I went for help, I guess I'm just a party poop.

    In his later years, he became a cowboy and smoked like Hoyt Axton,

    but then he lost weight, and then put it back on again.

As a Grandpa he is overrun with Grandkids,

There are too many to name them all, but some are Tony, Alex, and Chris.

    Now that he turns "50", I guess we have to pay our respects,

    The truth is, the old Man probably can't survive without his specks.

Fifty years old, I guess that means "Old Butchy Boy" is over the hill,

Oh heck! Now I've done it I am going to have to run like hell.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARTY, MAY YOU HAVE AT LEAST 50 MORE!!!