It's weird writing
About my own birthday.
But it's August 13th.
What can I say?
I'm only doing this
To go in the "book"
Of Goff birthdays,
(At Christmas we'll look.)
So here we go,
This poem is mine.
Wooooo doggie,
I'm still 29!!!
My math's a bit off.
But it's ok to fix
The age of a girl
born in 1956!
It's my day to splurge.
Yep, lots and lots!
I think I'll get David
To fix me some hots!
Love to all of ya'll--from Idaho, enroute to Utah.
~~ Becky, Mom, Aunt B.
PS: I'm not supersticious
(just a little sticious).
A Friday the 13th birthday?
Kinda funny, but still okay.
Becky's Poem, by Justin McClintock
Yesterday was Grammy's bday,I wonder where she be
Travlin round the country with Grandpa and Rocky.
Seeing natures wonder with Rocky on her lap,
Then it's back to the camper, time to take a nap.
Seeing lots of mountains with animals on it
"Hey has anyone seen a SONIC?!?"
Minnesota, South Dakota, Wyoming, Idaho
Travlin round, raising HAIL everywhere she goes.
If she's not rafting down the river or riding on horseback
Then she's talking on the phone to Edith or Grandpa Mac.
Mingling with the locals is such a piece of cake
With Grandpa by her side to drive and to translate.
Everywhere she goes she has no problem making friends
And of course she does not discriminate from those who wear depends.
Tornadoes, fugitives, wild animals, she survived them all
But nothing compares to the family she will face this fall.
So in honor of her birthday let's sing her this song
As long as she promises not to sing a long.
Happy Birthday Becky!
Love, Andrew and Asher
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