Ariana

Author's Note:
I am writing this because I want to write a poem about my sister Ariana and I didn't want to write a full blown story.  I am focusing on the voice part of the writing rubric.

Fun blonde spunk
Where's white coats
Has fun when she swims
Not when she floats
She own a tortoise
Named Percy Worcester
She has a mom and
A dad am I am her sister
We have a dog Spot
She likes him indeed
If you see him, you'll
Laugh at what you see!
She does not like school
Or bugs like ants
She'll make you laugh
And pee your pants
You might think she's too short
But she'll say you're too tall
Don't be mean to her or me
Even though we're small
She can punch you in the face
You might get  a black eye
She really likes horses
And should never be a spy
She says whipped cream
In the weirdest way
She enjoys art
And molding clay
She's really annoying
And has a squeaky voice
She is most certainly a girl
Though she has no choice
She is a freshman
A smart one too
You might disagree
But who asked you
She told me she's brilliant
I told you she's funny
We have only two pets
Not one bunny
Her name's Ariana
Pronounce it right
Or she'll push you underwater
In the middle of the night
That wouldn't be pretty
Say it with me
Are-ee-ah-nah
Now you see
She really likes hugs
And slapping and kicking
And waffle cones
Which you'll find her licking
She bangs real hard on my wall
Did I mention our rooms
Are very much connected
I'm redecorating soon
We may fight every now and then
Though sometimes we really are nice
We are really cool
And have cool sister spice
She's crazy and wacko
You can't disagree
If you think not
You don't know her like me
She has blue eyes
And eyebrows too
Though that came out wrong
Her eyebrows aren't blue!
She likes running outside
And camping and skipping
Outdoors are her thing
Though not so weight lifting
Pumping the iron
Just isn't her thing
She's really strong
And likes pong comma ping
That's ping pong
If you didn't catch it
If you are standing while reading
Then please grab a chair, sit
She is outgoing and fun
Creative as much
When she can't ride horses
She makes a fuss
Has ducky pijamas
And they're silky too
They're yellow and rubber
They are not wearing shoes
She collects Breyer horses
They are really small and plastic
She does not enjoy buying clothes
She hates finding out if they fit
Though her closet is full
And bigger than mine
She gets most as gifts
Under a tree that is pine
A Christmas tree that is
With ornamints and lights
She decorates it with me
This is one of the times we don't fight
She doesn't like
Real little kids
She so much likes to travel
In maybe Madrid
She likes all her teachers
And other peers
She still remembers me
Because well I'm right here
Her hair is the thickest
I've ever seen
Until you feel it
You won't believe me
Just like Santa or God
Seeing isn't believing
Because well have you ever
Seen the Easter bunny
She likes Easter
And eating the food
Though mainly the meat
Is polite though, not crued
Thankgiving is her Christmas
Mainly because of the turkey
She loves the legs
She eats them with pleasure
Rips like a caveman
Stomach as big as a bear
Is not all the scary
She has not that much hair
Her room has a miral
With frogs and butterflies
When I'm sneaking around
She tries to spy
Eves dropping that's her
Though you'd never guess
She's hard to spot
She's the best!
Sneaks around with ease
In tight corners and nooks
She reads all the time
Though not chapter books
Just Ripley's and Guiness
And thick shiney items
If people stand in her way
She sure will fight them
She might be small
And you'd never know
That she could sneak up behind you
Even in Wisconsin snow
The likes to fish too
In large lakes and rivers
Catches cat fish, but
When water splashes she shivers