ODE to AIM

My Dearest Sister Aim
this poem might be a shame
but I shall go on just the same
because you first spoke my name!

My red-headed sister
She isn't no Mister!
She's pretty & smart,
and hates a loud fart - (gives her the dry heaves )

I've carried her on my back
she wasn't much to pack!
Her coat was made a wreck
by the Jacob from HEck!

In highschool she was the Valadic
She was funny in plays it gave us quite a kick.
She had lots of friends
some who spit on her lens.

Now that we're grown
lots of love she has shown
to her hubby & kids
she even cleans toilet lids.

Aim is stronger than any
she's prettier than Jenny.
She shows unconditional love
When others might want to shove!

I love you my Aim
no one else is quite the same!

Love , JEN