Birthday Dude

Today I turned 47 years old/young. My little brother by another mother composed this poem to celebrate this milestone. It contains allusions to various factoids of my life currently or generally:

While the birthday candles are glowing,
The rib eye kimbo is mowing,
Bloody and rare.
The limocello is homebrew,
And to star wars he is glued,
Because kimbo does what he wants,
For he is the birthday dude!

~ Russell Brittan