May 14th, 2007
Reiley J, Has two sisters who stay,
In his room, For what seems like all day.
It’s funny to see, Those siblings three,
Play games, do crafts, And watch t.v.
He’s never tough, Rarely rough,
And you can be sure, He puts up with enough.
To him we toast, “He’s our son!”, we boast,
But his sisters, I think, Will miss him the most.