The 60th birthday of Lloyd Fink

Written by father-in-law Karl Jansen

We can make a toast and raise a glass.
The sixtieth year has come to pass.
It looks like Lloyd has weathered the storm.
His eyes are bright and his body’s still warm.

We think he should get some medical awards.
How many people get warts on the VOCAL CORDS?
Mom said “touching toads is the cause of this”.
One must have given HIM a big French kiss.

One day Lloyd’s doctor said, “Hey, Mr. Fink,
You’re out here golfing too soon don’t you think?
Well, if you HAVE to go out and play a short round,
Make damn sure you don’t hit the ground.”
Now of course, Lloyd listened and heeded the call,
But on his first stroke the divot outran the ball.

When Lloyd’s playing tennis he really looks great.
He makes all the moves the teenagers make.
He loses twenty years as he is playing out there,
But those same years keep him company
Later at home in his chair.

He’s a GREAT handyman, projects by the mile.
He can’t be beat when he is laying down tile.
When he laid some for Patti and Jim,
I went out to see if I could help him.
How he kept his concentration I really can’t say,
For the burglar alarm was screaming all day.

He likes his job, enjoys making dough,
But when he can retire he’ll be happy to go.
There are lots of golf courses and tennis matches to play.
Having a steady job kind of gets in the way.

Keep up your good spirits Lloyd and never despair,
Susie’s still with you.
You said her mail still comes there.