For an explanation of this one, see Kittykait’s Superman post over at Seven Silly Southern Sisters.
She smiles whereever she goes
And frequently picketh her nose
She’s smooth on her heel
But her calves are like steel
Cuz she walks on the tips of her toes
Our #5 daughter is our millenium baby: she got all of us a front page spread in the Coshocton Tribune. She has a gerbil named Hunter Stitch Nemo Callaghan. The rest of her limerick speaks for itself.
She’s as tall as her sister who’s eight
Her bathroom breaks really can’t wait
She’s loud in the house
Her pet’s not a mouse
and New Year’s is her special date.
Our #6 daughter refers to her sisters collectively as “my guys,” a throwback to my own days in the Pacific Northwest. She has delighted my husband by carrying on a family tradition of which he has – er – fond memories. Read more about the tradition here.
She starts it without any warning,
the very first thing in the morning:
she sings to her guys;
their souls they arise
with eyes full of weeping and mourning.