a poem about my baby cousin

little giana,

she likes to throw toys,

maybe when she is older,

she will have fun with the boys.

she likes to play,

not now but later,

not tomorrow,

but today.

a poem about my aunt

aunt tanya,

she likes to dance,

when she goes to the bathroom,

she pulls down her pants,

she eats icecream,

not going to lie,

i really wonder,

if she also likes pie.

thanks for the comment uncle vinnie!

uncle vincent,

hes the one,

he plays with me,

and we have fun.

we play inside,

and we play out,

we play everywhere,

i have no doubt.