Paulie P is a great uncle to me.He rocks the house like a crazy mouse.
He loves me and his beer too.
He makes me happy when I am feeling blue.
He walks with me while everyone else is busy.
He spins me around & makes me dizzy.
I am proud to be Paul's niece.
I can't think of anything to rhyme with that.
my second poem, Ellen
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