Happy Birthday Son

Happy Birthday Son

Dad got you Thor and the Avengers some

Mom got to keep you but that is old news

We both ate Pizza and liked it again

Lemonade was made for dads and sons

Who dont live together to perchance feel some

Sort of bonding empathy and enjoyment

I leave you now with cone shaped hats and your little friends

Once again

Happy Birthday Son

God was nice to me today

God was nice to me today

But I acted like a spoilt child

I fretted and pouted on what could be

HE wanted me calm but I chose wild

God was kind to me today

HE gave me gifts which I scarcely deserve

HE was a patient parent to me everyday

While I am erratic when I serve

God was good to me today

HE acted like only God could

While I pondered needlessly

on what I want and what I should

God was my go to relief today

HE chose to cushion my blows

While I navigated like a sailor

Between my highs and my lows

God was great again today

Am I repeating too much here

It is late but I chose to write

My thank you note for the night

But I am an algorithm

But I digress I confess I am an algorithm

Even though I mask my machine with a bit more rhythm

I analyze I seek I divide I conquer I remind

Even though the corpora is too sparse to find

Though the bagging and boosting are all you care to see

I must remind yall unsupervised learning did this to me

Gain and lift and entropy and sift and confidence on the curve

When the error matrix burnt you when you forgot to swerve

Extreme gradients need to neutralized

Extreme interests trump liabilities realized

Moderate honey pots and lithsome traps can be seen

If not deleted the logs show you where you have been