Limericks Complete with Pictures

I've written a few limericks lately while on a plane or in  waiting room for each of my grandchildren.  I thought you might like to see who each limerick is written for.  I've got to get busy on a limerick for an upcoming great-grandson due to arrive in December.  I think I'll wait 'til I see him to write it, just to get a sense of what he's about. 

And by the way, each child is getting a handmade "accordion " book with their  own limerick and some of my favorite pictures of them.  I'm busy making those now. 

Once upon a time in July

A girl with a twinkle in her eye

Stole away my heart

She's a picture of art

Her name's Ella, oh me, oh my.

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Ella, you're such a sweet thing

An Angel brought here on wing

With sweet cherry lips

And your tiny fingertips

You're what makes a Gramma's heart sing.

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Like some flower, the moon or starlight

Your person--so perfect, so right

Your squeal, your wiggles

And soon---baby giggles

Oh Ella, so sweet in our sight.

In Vermont, there lives a little girl

On her head dwells plenty of curls

On her face there's a smile

There's hugs all the while

And Claire's the name of this jewel

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If you want a friend who's a must

One who'll play and read and not fuss

I'll tell you, Gus it will be

A Superkid--he!

And I mention his name again---GUS

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A friendly smile you'll always see

He can skateboard as good as can be

I know he loves maps

Good reads, model cars, that's a fact

That Marcus, now a big brother is he.

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I know a girl named Valerie

A real good dancer is she

She might become a singer

Or a really good swimmer

But never without Mannie is she.

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Madelyn is really her name

An athlete might be her fame

Singing and dancing

This girl's really fancy

And Vallie's my sister, she proclaims!

***(twins, of course)

What can I say about Meg?

She's sure getting long in the leg

There's music in her soul

Yet art another goal

In my book, she's got top peg

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On the stage little Megan did we keep

So we wondered "where is our little peep?"

Though usually her we'd chase

This time curled in guitar case

Through that whole barndance did she sleep

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On that week Patrick was born

I sat down and wrote him a song

A waltz soft and sweet

Just the picture of what you'd meet

If you were to see him this morn !

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One summer Patrick watched as he sat

At the making of a road with the Cat

The men loved this tot

Gave him rides a whole lot

Our 3 year old road builder Pat!