Wednesday, March 21, 2007

A Poem to My Uncle



Both giving me the evil eye...
And then sticking their tongues out!

Uncle Brett is so nice

He smells like Old Spice

He wears his pants really baggy

He makes the streets nice and taggy

Sometimes we play

at the end of a day

I love my Uncle Brett

I'm his favorite pet!


1 comment:

Karen said...

Awww, so sweet to see pics with Uncle Brett. Sending hugs and kisses to all from Lac La Biche (the land that will never see green grass again - too much snow). Maybe bring Jewel Bug for a visit to play in the snow and make snow angels with her Great Auntie.