It’s time to take out the savings
The boys need to satisfy their cravings
To win the girls of their dreams
Dine with them or so it seems
And even buy them some creams

Little children clutch their mother’s dress
They want to play with dad chess
Dad says no game for now dear
Instead, go check Santa ride deer
And gives sweet not to shed a tear

Aunty makes the favorite pancake
And knocks the delivery guy with a cupcake
A smile at him and then a handshake
The house gets filled with the sweet aroma
Just because mother was the programmer

The TV shows the usual movie
This time the family becomes so choosy
They want a show called Groovy
They all converge in the living room
Expecting the best just like a groom

A loving uncle brings a present
At night we watch it go the crescent
Communists give to those who don’t have
Because they always want to show love
And also make sure they feed the lonely dove

By: Ruth Princess

Two years after his birth You thought a she was worth Exposed her too to this world. With the readiness to mould.

Gained strength for another. Without delay he joined us faster. They thought you had given enough. But the number still couldn’t half.

And from that day forth. There came the fourth. He saw you as his first. Breastfeeding you quenched his thirst

For another daughter you yearned. Now they fear you they were not warned. Gave rise to her in half a century. Flowed in the family like an estuary

Love still shown by nature It silently grows in stature. Its gender still not known. Because its still in the world unknown

Lizzy, Dizzy shall we give her name? Or Nicky, Ricky you get the game? Yes curiosity killed the cat. As for me, shall not die like that

Never shall you make us halve. If you managed five what of half twelve. A great legendary you are. A good daughter too you were

By: Ruth Princess