Well, now Lloyd’s a big square, too.
In fact, now that Lloyd is finally 49, he, Elaine Royuk and I are officially 175 years old. Depending on where you look at the internet, that’s either a demisemiseptcentennial or a dodransbicentennial or a dequasbicentennial or a septaquintaquinquecentennial or a host of other terms. Whatever it is, I’m just glad we all made it to this spot. I supposed he deserves a poem.
Lloyd Lloyd Lloyd Lloyd Lloyd Lloyd Lloyd
Say that line six more times – don’t be annoyed.
That will give you forty-nine Lloyds
One for each year he’s been on this planetoid.
Many many parts of this poem are wrong.
Good thing I didn’t try to make this into a song.
Everyone pressure him into wearing this tie. I spent literally minutes on it.
Mom says
Happy Birthday to a fine young man. We love you
Deborah says
Happy birthday, Lloyd!
Lloyd says
Happy my birthday, everyone.
Mark says
Happy birthday, my favorite Nebraska brother-in-law!!
Kristi says
Happy Birthday, brother!
Did you wear the tie??????
Lloyd says
I am wearing it even as we speak.
Kris says
Happy Birthday, Lloyd!
Samith says
Happy Birthday!
Brad says
Happy birthday, Lloyd Bob Squaretie.