A poem I wrote to tell my family and friends, the reults of the ultra-sound of our 3rd/5th child.(Together we have three, he has two from a previous marriage) Before hand we took a poll to see what everybody thought.
You’ve cast your votes, you’ve placed your bets
On the kind of baby, you think we’ll get
Will it be Blue? Will it be Pink?
Before I tell you, let’s see what you all think
Becky, Corina, Kelly, Aunt Karen and Uncle Joe
All guessed a little girl, don’t you all know
My dad, he was being quite silly
He told us we will be having a little filly
My Mom and Lisa, along with Patti B.
As well as Gramma and Grampa, they all agree
Aunt Linda, Shaley, Kaylin and Melissa
All think Cheyla is gonna get her little sister
Troy and Scott really won’t say
I think they are leaning the baby boy way
Along with Dan, Scott and Troy
That only makes three votes for a baby boy
I’ll tell you right now what we saw in the picture
Cheyla, Michael, Troy and Scott aren’t getting a baby sister
It may not be what you all thought, but still brings us all joy
Now you know that we are adding yet another baby boy!
How did Cheyla take the news, you say
Well she did it in the typical girl way
The doctor told her what was inside
And poor little Cheyla started to cry
She wouldn’t call her daddy to tell him
At that moment her life outlook was quite grim
I tried to console her, I hugged and I kissed her
Cheyla just kept saying, "I really wanted a sister"
She seems to be doing alright for now
She’ll get used to the idea somehow
The one perk she has with a boy in the womb
It’s Michael who has to share his bedroom
For all of you who are keeping score
Troy, Scott, Michael and baby boy make four
In the middle, our only girl Cheyla Marie
Will still be the sweetest girl to ever be
This e-mail will now come to an end
I hope you all liked it, family and friends
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