HAPPY BIRTHDAY "TEYNN-FOUR"

I have wool lined slippers that are warm in the winter,
And I've got lighter ones for the warmer weather.
Well, those kind of slippers are A-OK,
But this is about a slipper that's better.
 
GOLDEN SLIPPER is the one this poem is about.
She's a sweetheart whom we all adore.
There's a distinctive way you'll know her voice:
On the C.B. she says, "Teyn-Four'!
 
When she gets done with the 'giants' out there,
They whimper off, humbled to their knees!
She'll talk to any decent C.B.'ers
And comes across like a fresh Spring breeze.
 
I had the pleasure of meeting this gal
On the C.B. several years ago.
I don't know if a voice exists out there
That's more pleasing to Papa Joe!
 
She's pleasant, composed and right to the point.
We need MORE C.B.'ers like that.
She's stayed right with us on 'ol four-three'
While we ratchet-jawed, ate, and got fat!
 
She puts up real well with old Wooden Shoe,
And it was a pleasure to shake his paw.
But HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Jessie...that's the reason for this,
To the worlds' BEST future Mother-In-Law!
 
                                  jac 12-19-81