Not many a household that I see
Is as quiet as quiet can be,
Especially the house that shelters me,
For what lies within is the Threaping Three.
First, there's Mara Jade; the baby of the band.
Not one item in the house escapes her baby hand.
Compared to her, the other two might seem a little bland,
'Cause she's been quite a handful ever since she learned to stand
Gabby is the quiet one when she is on her own,
She doesn't yell or cause a fuss as long as she's alone,
But when the other two show up, she snaps out of her zone,
And when you tell her, "Settle down," she reveals her angry tone.
Now, Cody is the leader, what he says the others do,
And if they are not quick enough he'll chase them with his shoe.
They'd jump into the nearest sea if Cody told them to,
But at least he's nice enough to let the others join his crew.
At times the house is rowdy,
And that sometimes bothers me,
But I don't really mind it much
'Cause they're my family.
Author notes
Meet my little brother and my baby cousins
A contest entry
- Autism, Poverty and Hope by melphleg.
950 points, ended June 28, 2008, 11 entries
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Cute. A delightful tale the brings a smiler to the reader. Doesn't address autism or poverty but does describe children in a very cute way.
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omg! That's so cute! I could just see a little cody running around chasing two little girls with a shoe! ha!...can't wait to meet your family ^_^
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