Oye Grand-Dad!

*This poem was composed for Berni, on his 31^st birthday, for those of you who don't get poetry innit, do you know what I mean?*

Today Berni is 31
That’s 30 years of perfection, plus one
Look at him there, accomplished sportsman
Cycling, knocking the miles one after one
But now it’s safety first grand-dad man!
At your age, up-hill is no longer an option (read opshan)

But you are still virility at its prime
And number 31 is prime
In our hearts will always be your shrine
We’ll adore you always, be it in rain or sunshine
Without you all women will sure decline
Only you can bring ‘em happiness so sublime
To your charms they’ll always incline

But at 31 it is time you dismounted
Before you get ousted
Due to old age and long lasted
Roaming about in bushes; belt unfastened
If she knew, your Mum will be dumbfounded
And your lovely nieces will be astounded
But to us you’re simply adoration unbounded