Poem: Alona

 Alona is a beautiful feature,

Made by mother nature. 

If there was no Alona,

Oh, where would we be?

Alona has brown eyes,

That glisten in the sun,

Her hair is the same,

And she knows she is number one.

Alona’s last name is Mills,

Like the ill in hill, 

Chantel is her middle name, 

Like the word fidillebrain. 

Which is a made-up tail. 

Her favorite color is pink,

Like the sentence ice rink,

But me and ice rink do not sync. 

Alona’s age is eleven,

She is in session,

But sometimes she needs to learn a lesson.

Alona dislikes people,

Specific people indeed,

But sometimes,`

They are in need.

She offers to help,

As nice as she is,

And it’s really,

Just a bid.

Alona is very tall,

As tall as the letter l in fall,

And the fall is near,

And the leaves fall here.

Alona’s name is not spelled as Alana,

It’s also not Bona,

But it could be Lona.

Alona likes roses,

That are blue,

But that’s something else

That could do.