Reiley J, Has two sisters who stay,
In his room, For what seems like all day.
Itâ€™s funny to see, Those siblings three,
Play games, do crafts, And watch t.v.
Heâ€™s never tough, Rarely rough,
And you can be sure, He puts up with enough.
To him we toast, â€œHeâ€™s our son!â€, we boast,
But his sisters, I think, Will miss him the most.