When I woke up to my clock radio

On my birthday this year,

As I lay in bed I wondered

If anything "interesting" concerning birthdays

Would happen during the day.  

While still in bed the disc jockey announced

That it was Tom Scholz of Boston's birthday.

I thought that that was interesting

Because I considered Tom,

The mastermind of Boston's sound,

To be uniquely gifted, a genius;

But this announcement wasn't remarkable.  

But as the disc jockey prepared to go on with other business

A voice in the background said something like

"Who else's birthday is it?" a couple of times.

The disc jockey replied "It's nobody else's birthday."

The voice in the background repeated its question.

Finally the disc jockey admitted it was his birthday.  

Later in the day, at lunch at the local hangout,

At one point one of the people at my table

Pointed behind those of us sitting across from him.

We turned around to see a clown with a bouquet of metallic balloons

Standing not far away, near the cash register.

It turned out that it was the owner's birthday.

Seeing this scene, I smiled to myself.