King Ali!


Once upon a time, the evening of August Twenty Seven
Happy 1st Birthday to King Ali!
We were blessed with a gift from heaven
Life has not been the same ever since
As this is the day I gave birth to our 3rd Prince
We soon found out that he was not Prince but KING Ali!
The self-proclaimed Monarch of our family,
He uses his pointer for his commands
And is used to getting everything that he demands
He wants phones, balls, brooms, toothbrushes and books
We all give in due to his adorable looks
He has rosy lips and beautiful eyes that shine
Light brown curls and chubby cheeks - absolutely divine
He is Royal – the ruler of our heart,
After all, he has been a King - right from the start!

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