Happy Birthday Robert Stowers

In lieu of “Happy Birthday,” which is generic and déclassé, I determined that this joyous occasion necessitates sophisticated poetry:

Roses are red,
Lemons are sour,
Have a slice of cake for me
Thanks for being born Stowers!

--Ok, let’s be serious, what rhymes with Stowers…Bueller, Bueller…I thought so!

Love in Jesus,

#1 – (when I’m too lazy to sign Urinator, clearly!)