The clock on the wall chimes, “It’s bed time,” The watch on my wrist screams, “It’s med time.” So hand me those pills, Which alleviate my ills, And also postpone my dead time.
There was a young chick from Tucson Who was known far and wide as a cute-sun But she caught a bad sickness And died with great quickness So fast that she died with her boots on
For Hopie Keck on her 75 th birthday: Oh, toll the bells on the twenty-twoth, We just were told what’s couth: Oh man alive, Hopie’s seventy five! And that’s the gospel sooth! Gramps says: I misheard/misremembered the right date. Here is the first version which I consider to be better: Oh toll the bells on the twenty-third, Given what we have already heard: Oh man alive, Hopie’s seventy-five! Any you know that’s not absurd!
Kai: Kung fu pukulon martial arts Kai’s life is filled with a lots Of piano and improv And Horse riding love And with that he plucks on most hearts. Liam: Waving the flag for Gen z Liam’s pen is the banner we see: Fish is his fuel, And baking’s the rule And his violin is humming a C. Liza: She’s studying emergency care For that Liza has a great flair But to add to the mix Her own knee needs a fix When it’s done, she’ll have a good pair. Lucy: Lucy is now the queen of tattoo; In fact she displays quite a few; She serves at the bar, They come wide and far For a great museum-art view. Eric: Riding the waves off of Cape Liz As a surfboarder Eric’s a whiz; Aiming a camera, Snapping pictures forever-a, Eric’s life is both fun and biz. Levi: The limbs on the family tree Augmented by a new branch of three; Thank Goodness he’s cute Because at night he’s not mute; ...
God Almighty, Look who’s Ninety! In his own words, For the last decade I’ve been an octogenarian, Today I become a nonagenarian. And if I don’t slip Or tumble or trip In a decade I’ll be a centenarian!
Gramps was the wedding Offi-ci-ent. He's glad he was not defi-ci-ent. Maurine wrote the script That gave Gramps a great gript and that proved to be suffi-ci-ent.