Jen Turns Fifty

My sister Jen is turning fifty

On this twenty-second day

She was born in sixty-one

Out the door she went to play

She broke her finger playing once

And bandaged it to mend

And on the mend it was at last

'Til Elsie broke it again

Her tooth was chipped one winter day

From a ride on a Radio Flyer

But she played on throughout the day

'Fore she never was a crier

Although her life's not always perfect

Her life was pretty cool

She didn't get arrested

Or kicked out of high school

Now she got married, twice in fact

And I will live to tell

Her second man's a finer match

Than the first which was her hell

But we won't dwell on all of that

Its brought her up to here

The finest mother, sister, and wife

For that we'll give a cheer

Now she met Mr. Morrison

One sunny summer day

And on a date they went at last

And now he's here to stay

He moved her up to Winni

A banker became she

And then she had a baby

Named Jackie, oh the glee

And soon another came along

A little baby boy

And Jacin was a baseball player

That gave them all some joy

Now my sister loves her coffee

And I'll attest to that

She drinks it whether hot or cold

It doesn't make her fat

She doesn't live up by the lake

In NH anymore

Now she's "down the bayou"

With Mardi Gras galore

Her first year was a rough one

'Til she got herself a job

She worked by making greasy fries

But they thought she was a snob

Those ladies weren't always nice

But Jen, she stood her ground

And finally those lunch ladies

A friend in her they found

But now she's moved away from that

She teaches special kids

Some of them are very nice

But goodbye some she bids

She likes the heat and likes the sun

And likes to read her books

And once she took a class

Tutorial on Nooks

We've had a lot of laughs

And boy we like to talk

We live a million miles apart

But still we go on walks

But only if she's got the time

A second job has she

She cleans the adult locker room

Of a health club, don't you see

She cleans the sinks and toilets

And hoses out the showers

She polishes the chrome

Her boss, she never glowers

At fifty she will never be

A lady who is old

'Cause fifty's the new thirty

Or so I have been told

Happy fiftieth birthday Jen

You are forever young

Love, Dani :-)