Birthday Shoutout

Sometimes, I do some crazy things. (I know that's really hard to believe... Go ahead and pick your lower jaw up from off the floor, because it's true.) Anyways, you're about to experience one of them. It's my friend's birthday tomorrow, so I'm just gonna bust some rhymes, and see how it goes...

Happy Birthday, Mr. Romance!

Get up, get ready, get into your pants.

Quit walkin' 'round like you're in a trance;

It's your day; your time to dance.

Don't give me those "what if's" and "cant's".

I know you can; so take your stance.

Everyone is waiting. They're starting to prance.

The girls are all giving a second glance.

No, I won't stop speaking my crazy rants!

We're all ready to give out Jacksons and Grants.

We're your friends now, quit lookin like we're tyrants.

So go ahead, get on the floor, Mr. Romance.

Let's get this place moving about like ants.

Come on, show us your flowing brilliance.

Get to the microphone; it's your time to freelance.

Stop; don't worry how we're gonna finance!

Just break through; oh, easy, watch your balance.

That's it; that's right. Take your stance.

Here he is, eh-ree-body---Mr. Romance!

Let's all give a big birthday shoutout to Lance.

Ha ha. Yep. Crazy. I told you.

Oh, and P.S. Root for the Panthers on Sunday! We can take those Seahawks. Bring it.