Watch out fashion world.
Here comes my niece.
Only a little girl.
But her looks will get you in a whirl.
My niece, the third of four.
Will charm the door
off any designer house.
Paris, New York and Rome.
But New York is her home.
Designers will ringing her phone,
To speak to my niece.
She's so pretty.
She make your designer gown
Look like a rag.
I got to admit
She makes supermodels like Drag queens
So gaunt and manly.
But here singing her praises.
I'm glad her momma raises her well.
As time will tell.
The whole world I'll show.
Tha's my niece, finally come out or her shell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hi, uncle! I like your poem. Arsha started laughing when she saw this poem about her.She likes it.