Poem for aging moderator

I participate — better, pop in and out — on Yahoo’s church-of-Christ list, where Ken Thomas is moderator. Today is his birthday, so I popped in with a few light lines of verse.

A MODERATE AGE

Our beloved mod is number eight squared!
By now we know he comes prepared
To tend this wandering flock, his staff
In hand to poke a paragraph
Strayed out of line. Let’s mind our p’s
And curly q’s, say “thanks” and “please,”
For at his age, three score and four,
Who knows if Ken can take much more!

What do you think?