Happy 40th Birthday Sonny!

There are very few people in this world - that once you meet, you hope you made a good impression on and hope they liked you as much as you liked them. And hope that one day you are fortunate enough to be able to call a friend. You my dear, are such a person. And I, my dear, am extremely lucky to not be able to call you an acquaintance, a friend, or a best friend. I am the luckiest, as I can call you family. Especially because we are not family by blood - but by choice.

I have very few role models in life, my parents, my wife and you. You are a testament to how hard work, long hours, integrity and honesty can create success. You are two people in one: an intelligent, responsible, profit driven businessman, able to put business and profit before anything else. And then you are Sonny - a fun, immature, horny bastard. But most especially, the one thing you are - above all - is generous. You give and give and give. And then you give some more. Always giving. You are incredible. You are amazing. A true role model on and off the courts. I love you Sonny and I wish you only the best in life and may all your honesty and generosity come back to you and more.

On that note, I write this for you. . .

Sonny, Sonny you're 40 today.
You're the only man to make me wish I was Gay.

And although I am straight and married to your sis.
To lay in your arms would simply be bliss.

To meet such a man, you are rare to find.
With 3 beautiful nipples, you just blow my mind.

From prospect to client to poker friend.
I am real lucky that family is where our sequence will end.

I knew it was love when we woke in the same room.
The next moments were where our relationship bloomed.

We didn't say a word, til you let out a fart.
My ass replied back, just like poetic art.

Our asses must of talked to each other until.
The gas tanks were empty and needed refill.

So off to the bar and to get dirty grub.
To refill the belly - to give our asses true love

The fumes from your love gas continued to spread
Right to my heart and right to my head.

And although you refuse to give me a raise.
I know its because your ruthless in business these days.

I don't hold it against you - you gave me your sis.
Your friendship, your love, for my raise ill just wish.

That one day you come with pat on the back
A little bump in my pay - or a roll in the sack.

By I digress about raises, all I came here to say.
Is "All the best on your 40th birthday - ya old fart."