No bumps, no bruises, no breaks, and only a few errors would aptly sum up my ski experience these past three days. It’s 44 degrees today so getting off the slopes a bit early was a good idea, as the snow melts and becomes sluggish. Tonight, we’re doing a birthday bash for our friend and financial adviser, Kit, who is celebrating her Medicare birthday today. She’s more than a year behind me in age and is a much better skier. Since I traditionally do a poem every time we get together, it seemed apropos that I deliver this at her party. It’s admittedly silly to match our childish behavior when we all get together, so I decided to have some fun with words that rhyme with Kit. You probably had to have “been there” to understand all the royalty references and other “inside” information, but I’ll share it anyway. 

Lots of words,
Rhyme with Kit.
Before I start.
I should “quit”

How many of them?
Can I work into this?
Some are vulgar,
And will require finesse.

Closing your ears,
Might be better.
When we talk about things,
Under a sweater.

What next to mind,
When you think Kit?
Classy and sexy,
Or full of “wit?”

Behind those glasses,
A woman of steel.
Charmed with smarts,
And friendly appeal.

And what else,
About our friend Kit?
She’s full of energy,
And physically “fit.”

I know what you’re thinking,
I really do.
When will I mention,
The words do-do?

The really good “sh*t,”
I’m saving for last.
As we celebrate Kit,
And sixty-five passed.

And who cares?
More than we?
Medicare does,
We’d all agree.

The bubbly is open,
The candles “lit.”
We’ll open gifts,
In just a “bit.”

We want to proclaim,
Before we all split.
Thanks for your friendship,
We Love you, Kit.

And yes you’re looking,
Young for your age.
Mother of Prescott,
Parker and Sage.

And Peter P******,
Made a huge hit.
When he found,
And married you, Kit.

My wife and I,
Plus, Carol and Barry.
Along with dinner guests.
Hope your day is merry.

That’s Mary Catherine,
Queen of Wall Street.
Thanks to Dora,
For this dining treat.

“Zit” and “spit,”
Didn’t “fit” for “shit.”
Nor “mitt” and “pit.”
And you don’t “knit.”

But there’s a phrase,
That came from Kit.
And it’s now time,
To unveil “it.”.

On the throne,
She likes to “sit.”
If she had two balls,
She’d be King Kit.

It’s “Good to be King,”
Robe and all.
So take no “sh*t,” Kit.
And have a ball.

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