Jerry Hughes is making merry,
folks as far as Londonderry
send him wishes, sometimes darts,
he may upset applecarts
up to snuff in his cognition
quick to beat the competition
keeping though a civil tongue
once he sees the bastards hung.
Friends like Jerry come in stages
ask a poet as he ages
whether he'd accept a freak,
he will help the frail, the meek
but he has no time for losers,
druggies, poofters, thieves and boozers.
I am proud to call him Mate
sent the combo for my gate.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2009-happy-birthday-jerry-hughes/
