Sister's Birthday Poem by Pleasant Dabbs

Happy day my sis-
Now you can add another year
I sure hate to miss-
The get together and the cheer
Your cheek they'll kiss-
Myself I'd do it, but I'm here
So it's just this- still pucker up
And you'll get TWO next year (at least)

The number 6, a little more than 5
But less than 7
The number 9, it sure beats 8,
Not quite as good as 10
Here are the tricks: just stay alive,
The decade next you'll be in heaven
Then ask your sis (72) , she still looks great,
And look how far she's been!

Oh my dear sister,
You know it's just a game of numbers
Each year there's more;
Your cheerful smile becomes a frown
But your mind's keen,
Yes in the night time, in your slumbers
Is where you'll figure out
How to change UP to DOWN

I've got it! Yes!
I know just what the facts is
This is the trick
To keep those numbers few and small
Just find a way
To change your age to taxes
And in no time,
You won't have any years at all

There is another way,
Get your close kin to shush it
Just pick a number
And then stay there for life
Like Mom was 39,
Don't try too hard to push it
Or they'll get smart
Like Andy did with Barney Fife

You tired yet? Sure hope so,
The juice is runnin' out
‘Cause this here's work,
I hain't done it for years
Hope you enjoyed
My birthday wish, no doubt
Next year you'll want something
More than like this here


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