Roommates, A Poem

Amy’s bestest in this home because

She owns a garden gnome.

She doesn’t eat any meat,

But eats broccoli for a treat.

She doesn’t like to cuddle

But likes to jump in puddles.

She’s my favorite, best of all,

Too bad she is so very tall.

Talicee is next you see,

She doesn’t make any D’s (only E’s).

She loves to play and read and eat

And always makes a tasty treat.

She pokes and prods and pins and sticks

Because her nursing teacher’s sick.

She’s my favorite, best of all,

Too bad she is so very tall.

After this, comes twin number one,

Her name is Katelyn and she is fun.

She loves to cook and run and shop,

And has a pathologic need to mop.

Her closet always very full,

And cleanliness is her rule.

She’s my favorite, best of all,

Too bad she is so very tall.

Amber’s next, the second twin,

Me and her are just like kin.

She sleeps above my head at night,

And sometimes gives me quite the fright.

She likes to shop at Pier 1,

If I would let her, she would buy a ton.

She’s my favorite, best of all,

Too bad she is so very tall.

My lastest roomie is named Kirsten,

And sometimes she likes to kick my shin.

It really hurts and I cry a lot,

But she’s so awesome we’ve never fought.

We build our forts so big and tall,

And really hope they don’t fall.

She’s my favorite, best of all,

And good thing—she’s so very small!