Jeff's Birthday Poem:
If I were to bump into Jeff at any point today,
There's really only one thing I imagine I'd say.
"Happy Birthday my good sir, you're looking mighty fine,
Oh I see you're wearing a watch, can I bother you for the time?"
He'd look down at his wrist and yell, "OH SHIT, I'M LATE!"
Then he'd hurry off at a very impressive rate.
His schedule is filled with meetings for his many MANY passions,
But you couldn't catch Jeff getting anywhere in a timely fashion.
You're probably thinking of giving him a ring today, it IS his birthday after all,
But I gotta warn you, there's about a 93% chance he won't pick up the call.
It's not that he doesn't like you, he's just off saving humanity
between you and me, I sometimes question his sanity.
But when you're hanging out with Jeff the moments never get dull,
Barefoot races around the house, Bree face-planting in the snow.
The guy loves drinking milk and his Vermont Cheddar Cheese,
If you're lucky, he'll show you where to find a tractor's hidden keys.
Need a photographer? Jeff is definitely your man,
And we all know Lilly is his #1 fan.
It's an understatement to say he's a sleeping-machine,
He's mastered the power-nap like nothing I've ever seen.
Jeff recently packed up his things and headed out to the west coast,
To move in with the guy that he resembles the most.
Him and Mike Hopewell are basically one and the same
trying to tell them apart is like a sick mind-game.
So let's give it up for Jeff and shout hip hip hooray!
Here's to you my man, hope you have an awesome Birthday.
i love this.
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