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ALLIX
9/7/98
This
one is all about my niece.
Please,
don't call the lim'rick police.
If
you dislike clean
Lims
writ by Marlene
Don't
read further, you fool, just cease!
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Wyoming,
like no place on earth.
There
my sis expected a birth.
Then
Allix arrived
Three
years she's survived.
She
keeps us in stitches of mirth.
Now
Allix has curls down her back
Believe
me, I am keeping track.
When
Allix was small
She'd
no hair at all
But,
now she's made up for the lack.
I
draw bunnies for Allix all day
She
simply won't let me get away!
Don't
have any tricks
They're
just made of sticks.
She's
happy to just sit and play.
Doc
Seuss is favored by my niece
She
just won't give me any peace
She
brings me her books
I
read while she looks
At
the pictures while perched on my knees.
I
don't have a Dad any more.
He's
Allix's Grampa, for sure!
It
was the same refrain
When
we tried to explain:
"He's
MY Grampa!" she'd quickly roar.
Our
Allix will giggle and say,
"Can
my Gramma come out to play?"
She's
like a fresh breeze;
She
just likes to tease.
She
keeps us entertained all day.
With
her belly-button exposed
Is
how Allix wears all her clothes.
Her
tummy sticks out
Of
that, there's no doubt.
In
winter it might just get froze!
"Will
you marry me, Marnene?" she said.
Explaining
is just something I dread.
She
just does not know
Why
my answer is no --
Okay,
she'll marry Daddy, instead!
Then
Allix says, "Where's my Marnene?"
The
cutest thing you've ever seen:
That
little girl's grin
And
tilt of her chin
We
all think that she is the Queen!
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