Happy birthday, William.
I couldn't think of what to get you, so I thought I'd ressurrect a classic for you. Even though it's a little out-dated now, It's still a moment of fun. Have a great year!
Poseurs Bleeding: A Sonnet in Homage to William Haskins
by Celina Summers
Sing to me of Iran’s serious threats
That gravely submit, in succumbing rest
Which prey’d upon thoughts of fevered debts
Devouring the core of his mocking test.
When enlightenment dawns upon the slew
Of storm-eyed fanatics, they leap to cry:
“Your premise is faulty! It isn’t true!”
Then grumble, descend into pain, and sigh.
Irony flung, sharp edge of incision;
Wielded by Haskins with impious might
Can sever all shelter from derision
Sending the prodigals into sham’d flight.
When you quote him, use inverted comma
For our ‘hope’ for ‘change’-- Barack Obama.