It's Wine and Brie When You'Re 53
It's Wine & Brie, When You're 53
Fifty-three's All Jive,
When Mom of the Cosby Five,
Squattin' on Dunellen Drive.
Fifty-three's Germ Free,
Periodic Number in Chemistry,
Of Tincture O'Iodine.
Firstborn at 5 Club Road,
Number 5 of 5 Toads,
Hil's "High 5" Unloads.
Her B'Day's Twelve Twenty-Eight,
Her Gifts, Poverty is Great,
'Cuz Xmas is also Late.
John, Ellie, Sam N'Will,
Fill Hil's Moonshine Still,
Witch's Brew, Loch Raven Swill.
Economist, Health Career,
Researcher Extraordinaire,
And Badminton Player.
To Kill a Bird Mockin',
Hil and Scout Won in '61,
Both Enjoyed Tom-Boy Fun.
This Poem's Far from Great,
'Specially Since It's a Day Late,
But it's Haiku Which Ain't Fishbait!
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