A Poem For My Dad by Milou

The love for my father you find in my heart
I cannot describe him, I don’t know where to start

He is as funny as a chimpanzee
And a very good father for my sister and me

My dad loves the music of jazz, soul and blues
And he plays the harmonica, I think that he grooves

He works at home, he’s a household man
He’s a computer expert & soccer fan

I want to grow up to be him, you see,
(I hope they haven’t adopted me!)

(P.S. …girls can play soccer too… 8)

Jane Christenine by Milou

Once upon a long ago time
There was a girl called Jane Christenine
Worked for her aunt in a town called Grenoble
And her aunt wasn’t kind, respectful, or noble

She made poor Jane wash the floors
Clean the dishes, dust rooms, and paint doors
And if Jane insisted on having a break
She was put to scrub the aunt’s rusty skates

One day Jane had enough of the fuss
So she ran to the gates and took the bus
To 425 Bottlefoot avenue
There lived her two parents so sad and blue

Then at home Janey dear discussed
That she’d always enjoyed a ride on the bus
And of course she said that the aunt was mean
Her parents thought: A LIMOUSINE!

Her parents thought she would for sure
Like being a limousine chauffeur
Even though she was too young
They played games for driver jobs – and won!

As for the aunt, she was put in a jail
Called: “You’ll rust in here from head to tail”
In two years time she had learned her lesson
“I’ll never hurt a child” was her confession

So please dear friends, believe this tale
(‘Cause if you don’t you’ll surely FAIL)
Don’t take a job as help in the house
of an aunt that’s like an old grouse

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