Ode to Cami

There's a young girl named Cami my sister,
Who is dating a boy who's not kissed her!
She once left 'cross the sea
and she didn't take me
and was gone for so long that I missed her.

She "works" at a ski shop all day,
But really she's just there to play.
She skis when she wants
and her good looks she flaunts
And she never forgets to just pray.

Today she is eighteen and legal.
Good thing cause Scott thinks she is regal.
She's skiing right now
and if she can learn how
She'll amaze us all skiing the meeguls (sorry)

If she had just one wish it would be
to flee from here to Italy
where her piano she'd play
and the boys flush away
Cause Italian's aren't interesting to she!

Camille Marie how I love you.
This poem should show you it's true.
For what could be better
than a hand woven sweater?
Why, a poem from Jayne with the flu!