Happy Birthday, Jane!

The Chaos say she's ageless,
The mirror tends to agree,
While time has tried its hardest,
Jane's won convincingly.

She's smashing, yes — that's science,
A fact, not flattery,
The kind of woman carbon-dated
At "perpetually thirty."

So raise a glass this evening,
To a woman in her prime,
Who's collected forty-nine years' wisdom
Without collecting time.

Happy Birthday, dearest Jane —
We shan't discuss the number.
Just know you're loved, you're luminous,
And frankly? Still a stunner. 🥂