The Tomyssey

The Tomyssey

Tell me, O Muse, of the man with many daughters,

Thought stronger than most, he can beat up any fathers. 

He finally had a son, to carry on his name -

So don't screw up, kid, cause that'd be pretty lame.

But back to our hero, of who we write this rhyme,

A celebration has begun, but can he guess just why? 

Six decades in the works, a couple months away,

And so, for our hero, we have a game to play.

From daughters, sons and wife, and of course the little ones,

You'll receive weekly gifts, or tricks or notes to hunt. 

And even more than that, because you deserve a lot of fun,

Many miles will be dedicated, most side by side we'll run. 

If you think we're being cryptic, well that's because we are,

Cause we are copying an epic poem, so for the course, that's just par. 

Luckily for you, you're not really a tragic Greek,

And you can get more information by following this hyperlink. 

Not to get all sappy, but you deserve the very best.

Years of Narnia, hy-ya, and visits from Miriam and Lest (er). 

Sports and school and prayers and bills, you helped us through them all,

We can count on you for anything, big, medium and small. 

So most of all, we love you, for everything you do,

But also because sixty is a pretty big deal, too. 

So happy almost birthday, Dad, enjoy the little game.

And thanks for being our hero, deserving of epic fame.