Look! In the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane
No it’s my dad, he’s completely insane.
He invented some rockets which take him up High
He thinks he’s a bird and says he can fly

My sister loves reading as much as dad loves flying
She loves scary books on how people love dying
Books in the closet and books floor
There are books on the wall and books on the door

Mommy is simple, to the point and sweet
She wants everything spick and span, complete
The clothes must be washed and the beds must be made
The home work must be done and there must be good grades

I am crazy and hyper and fun
I’m always late so I am on the run
I love to laugh and I love to play
I can be myself all night and all day

Our family might be weird, unusual or strange
But one thing for certain, we will never change.
We are not like any other household predictable as can be
We are just us, our own special little family tree.

Arielle Perkins

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