Hawaii

The day after my birthday, and the departure of Lisa Brown, I visited an internet café and found this waiting for me:

Karen Sparen's Naughty Poem:  An Ode To Symon
Symon is a friend of mine
he is turning thirty-poo
I bet you always thought mate
It wouldn't happen to you

Thirty-poo, an appropriate age
for one who is sooo fixated
upon the brown stuff, as it were
the opposite of constipated

A lovely wee thing you have found
in the one called Sparo
don't worry, she is also old
The age gap, I fear, is narrow

Traipsing around the world you are
Recapturing your youth
Oh woe, oh sad aged wee man
It is time you saw the truth

So as you sip your fruity drink
with the umbrella and crushed ice
don't forget your daily prune
To keep it flowing nice

Thank you for that Karen.  Actually, it made me laugh so hard that everyone in the Internet Cafe looked around.