Praising Kenna

The day has come for me to praise
The sister: She's been with me for days.
Her name is Kenna, and she's quite nice.
Sometimes she says, "Once, twice, thrice, rice."
We play every day, and some days we play
A game called Sweet Little Baby Days.
I know I love Kenna, and that she loves me.
We show this by being nice, not just mean.
The time is over, now I have praised
The sister who's been with me for days.



Note: This Poem Was Originally Typed On A Typewriter.