Bragging On Our Quilters
My gram can make a quilt in a day, the six-year-old said.
My aunt came make one with her eyes shut, standing on her head.
My mother can make two before tomorrow’s grass has wet dew.
You are both crazy! You braggarts, you two!
My gram is a quilt-maker, and hers are the best.
My auntie’s are so beautiful, she edges out the competition, said Crest.
My mother’s are so fantastic, she sells her ideas on line.
Still bragging and boasting, these students of mine!
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