Poem for Michael's birthday Roast

Congratulations, Michael
You've reached the big "Four-O"
You were born in 1969
My God, that’s such a long time ago

You’ve stopped being so wild and so crazy
As you got closer to forty.
Yep, our Mike is all grown up now with
A home, a wife, a yellow dog and a shorty.

Some clues that you're getting older
are certainly there
Your back totally gave out. Your belt won't buckle
Even though you still have a full head of hair

Most would never be able to guess
That turning 40 for you was so near
What with your baseball hat, t-shirts & jeans
Being just a really BIG kid is how you appear

Age is just a number and doesn’t mean
You have to act a certain way.
In fact, you’re just as immature as you’ve always been
And we bet that’s how you’ll stay.

Enough of these insults
We do hope you realize
How highly you’re respected
How kind you are, and wise

The love of friends and family
Will be with you today
So enjoy the many wishes
Which are bound to come your way

Let your 40th Birthday
Be the best one of your life
Sent with love from the Garcias and Megan
Your best friends and your wife