One birthday wish

it’s his day right now, only once each year . . .

is it really too much to ask

He doesn’t want money, he doesn’t want peace,

He’s not asking you refill his flask.

The fact of the matter’s just one thing will do

as his birthday whips hold of his truck

He doesn’t need compliments, he’s already got shoes,

and he already knows what the “pluck”!

All that he’s asking, this fine friend of mine

is a land where a man can go shoot.

He likes to hit targets and make them sublime,

He likes to reload from his boot.

But what he is missing, this beast of a pearl,

what he has need for in spades,

Is a heat-packing mama, a sensible girl,

a woman he can take on his raids!