This Family

This family.

This family I love.

This family I adore.

This family is my sisters family.

But can they still be mine?

This family has three boys, as you can see.

Waitley, Trave, and Stockton,

And I love them very much.

This poem does not rhyme,

as you can read,

But I shall keep writing...just because.

Waitley is smart and dashing,

Can read like nobodys bees wax.

Red hair and white teeth,

Is what Waitley looks like.

Traven is a bulldog,

Well not literately,

But it is a self appointed nick name.

He is strong and bold,

And has a lovely lisp,

He would pronounce it 'whisp'.

(That rhymed)

Stockton is the age of one,

and is very ing-cunn.

Backwards that would spell cunning,

(But ing-cunn rhymed.)

He is fearless and a goer,

One day he will be a great...mower.

Their parents I love,

They are sent from above.

This only sometimes rhyming poem,

Was in honor of a family,

A family I love,

(Just in case I had forgot to mention that)

This family is the Sharon family.

Missy (: