Happy 40th birthday, Patrick!

For those of you who didn't already know, my brother lives in the Southwest, raising a rare breed of sheep on his medium sized landholding. He and his wife (an accomplished violinist) have adopted three children and are in the process of starting a Waldorf School for wayward children emigrating Northward from Mexico. I have only admiration and respect for my younger brother. I would never, ever poke fun at him. ever.

Now, a haiku.

The sheep graze. Slowly
A Violin
Notes float through the air

Now, a limerick.

There once was a boy from the East.
To him, bread and butter were a feast
He ate nothing else,
To the detriment of his health
Except maybe spaghetti with cheese