In Mike's bright workshop, treasures unfurl, On this birthday, a kind-hearted whirl. With hands that mend and spirits high, He fixes the world as days drift by. Under the glow of a soft-lit lamp, His gentle touch, a guiding camp. A whisper of kindness, in every repair, His craft a testament to tender care. And later when dusk wraps the sun, He rests with snooker, his day's work done. The click of balls on green felt's allure, A pastime that charms with a joy pure. Cheers to Mike, in workshop and play, Giving and mending, come what may.