I let ChatGPT write you a birthday poem. If it’s insulting, it’s not my fault.

Happy Birthday, Mil, you’re aging like fine wine—
But more like a goon bag on a clothesline!
Forget the candles, let’s light up the grill,
And party like a roo on Red Bull, Mil!

Happy Birthday, Mil, you Aussie delight,
Still going strong like a bushfire at night!
Let’s raise a toast and crank up the fun—
But watch out, mate, the wombats might run!