When you were born I had not turned eleven
Still it was one of those, “match made in heaven”
You were so cute and you looked just like mom
We were so crazy, yet you were so calm

Quickly becoming the new family’s doll
Dresses and bows if I still can recall
I’d videotape you while dancing to music
Hug you and kiss you until I made you sick

While growing up you would watch Nickelodeon
We shared a ton of chips with lime and sodium
The three of us liked to laugh ’til we peed
We were the ones who introduced you to “tweed”

One day you shaved half your brow in the shower
You were so gloomy that you cried for hours
Both of your sisters, we are crazy fuckers
I don’t know how you’d put up with us suckers

You were my first visitor back in college
I had a blast, more that you can acknowledge
One time you got sick and I was so worried
But thanks to Cher, the disease later scurried

You can do lots of things, draw, sew, and sing
We did a duet, that was everything!
You speak three languages, that’s so bad ass
My biggest talent is releasing gas

You never judge me when I’m silly dancing
You know you can count on me for some waxing
You’ll be an architect in a few days
We’ll have to celebrate and wear some leis

🙂