Age (but he is cute)

He's older than the oldest man that anyone has ever known. He's older than the Internet; he's older than the telephone. He's older than the printed word, the ancient Greeks, the dodo bird. He's older than the pyramids and prehistoric hominids. He's older than the dinosaurs, the earth, the sun, the moon and stars. He's old as mud, he's old as dust; he's wrinkled up and turned to rust. He's musty, crusty, stinky, dirty. Simply put, Dad's turning thirty. This poem is called Ancient by the way ... and written by Kenn Nesbitt So what does that make mine? He's forty! Actually his birthday is not until May, but I liked this poem and thought it was funny. Sorry Big Dog, but made fun of The Cat's Mother last time!