Kyle Poem by Linda Coker
Kyle
I have a nephew, name of Kyle,
A very handsome lad.
He has his father's winning smile -
A chip off the old dad.
He has the role of oldest
And the only son, to boot.
But I, his aunt, still pinch his cheeks
And tell him he is cute.
But all too soon he's grown, this Kyle,
And gone his boyish curl.
One day he'll flash that winning smile
At an unsuspecting girl.
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