At forty, Alison's story unfolds, A vibrant tapestry of laughter bold, With toys she trades in color and cheer, Her love for the craft astoundingly clear. By daylight she shines, her passions ignited, At night, with a beer, she's happily delighted. Her infectious charm, our spirits it raises, Lighting up rooms, earning our praises. Her wit, a beacon, her humor immense, Even as jokes roll at her own expense. In the market of joy, her wealth is untold, Alison, at forty, both brilliant and gold.