Genes Poem

 

 

 

They say I have my Motherís eyes,

That is as brown as hers,

They say I hate my brother,

That always gets on my nerves,

 

 

 

They say I have my fatherís chin,

That is as stubborn as a bee,

They say I have my fatherís tallness,

So I can really ski,

 

 

They say I have my fatherís moods,

And when my brother makes me angry,

And they are as bad as his,

My head starts to fis,

 

 

Just like my granny I share her voice,

Although it is hard to hear,

And every time I see her,

She says oh you little dear.

 

 

 

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