Gardner Seven Teens

In spring when buds are popping,
And the leaves are showing green,
Who could enjoy it better than
A girl of seventeen.

Just like the robin and the wren,
Who chirp, and primp, and preen,
Results are even nicer in
A girl of seventeen.

Young men admire adoringly,
Agreeing she is keen,
While seeking the approval of
The girl of seventeen.

The one who takes her to the prom
Believes he has a queen!
And, you know what? He really has....
That girl of seventeen.

To Gerry, let us give three cheers!
We know that she has been
The mother of our charming ones:
The Gardner seven 'teens. '

by Frank V. Gardner

Comments (1)

Wow! First of all this was a wonderful poem! I'm loving your work. You and your wife must be so proud. How nice it must've been to be a part of such a big family. Sincerely, Mary