There once was a young man from Long Beach

Who was born with the head of a peach

Not because it was soft

Not because it was round

But because it had fuzz that looked bleached.

 

When he was a babe he was moved

Disrupted from his baby-fine groove

To a place in the north

His folks sallied forth

To relocate this little blonde dude.

 

There he dwelt till he was joined by another

A good spirit in the form of a brother

And they frolicked and played

In the nights and the days

In a place that was like no other.

 

And the years they came and they went

Till twenty were pretty well spent

When  he met young girl

With the face of a pearl

He suspected what life maybe meant.

 

For a decade they loved and they tarried

They time that they spent wasn’t horrid

It was so good in fact

They fulfilled their heart's pact

And finally, joyfully, married.

 

And the wedding was like many others

With the exception of the grooms goofy mother

When it came time for the toast

And it mattered the most

She couldn’t say what she meant, what she druthered.

 

As her heart it was filled with such pride

In the boy that had married the bride,

Mom gave a toast that was brief

And much to her grief,

Didn’t say the words that love required.

 

So here's to his goodness

And again to his kindness

One for his charm, and that he is warm,

A sip for his courage in the face of fear

A toast to My Boy Most Dear.