Track and Trace

 Track and Tracey - A Big Birthday for a Little Nipper

Your ‘Ahh’ number, has spiked with time, and reached beyond a 39,

And entered in, the 40 sphere; with the addition, of this year.

To celebrate your special day, you’ll have to track and trace they say,

By trace, do you mean Tracey J? The one who thinks it’s her big day?

That’s right, the data all suggests; from governmental science tests,

That, her day, and year has come, when counting up from ’81.

A birthday shot, with some vaccine, prevents the need to quarantine, 

But dress up in your best face mask, so you’ll be ready for the task,

Of lateral flow testing yourself, to check up on your current health.

With gatherings all strictly banned, celebration plans all canned,

Zoom or Skype, perhaps FaceTime, the parties all but gone online.

While staring close-up at mum’s face, eat your cake in cyberspace.

At least you’re now called Tracey Mee, it rhymes with so much more you see,

Apart from flipper, dipper, slipper it’s hard to make things rhyme with ‘Nipper’

But James has had one, Daniel too, suppose, I’d best pen one for you.

I know that Jenny had one lately, but fair enough, she did turn eighty,

While forty is a decent chant, it’s only half an age-ed aunt.

Mother got a book made too – with any luck you’ll make Part II.

I’ve set about, writing your next, ensuring words match greatly, 

And at this rate, it should be done, for when you’re turning eighty.

This may have taken quite some time, but consider it, your birthday rhyme,

Dad’s got a point though, sister dear – are you really having one, this year?

HAPPY 40TH BIRTHDAY!