Happy Birthday Poem Silliness

A birthday poem is my writing goal for this day,

But, alas, there is no way

I can find words under Heaven

That rhyme with birthday sixty-seven.  

Certainly there is no sixty-eleven

Although I have a friend whose name is Bevan

And I know people who won't eat leaven. 

So I'll forget the rhyming and say with glee

I thank my Lord for giving to me

Four years past birthday sixty-three

And the best I can say about being sixty-seven,

Well, that makes me one year closer to Heaven.

  

Splashes of Serenity on my 67th birthday!