Jill at sixty-one, a dazzling queen, With wit so sharp and eyes so keen. My love, my wife, my life's delight, In bingo halls, we spend the night. Her hair, it may have turned to gray, Yet still she's bright, come what may. Her jokes could make a statue laugh, She tickles bones like a phonograph. When she shops, she’s on a spree, Buying things we rarely need. Our love, a tapestry of fun, Together, we've already won. Oh Jill, your humor lights the way, In your embrace, I’ll always stay. The love of my life, my comedy wife, You make joy of mundane life.