Nicknames For Aislinn

She was born a bald little lassie Long and thin, truly, ever so pretty 6lbs-8oz if memory serves me well She was slender and strong as a gazelle. She'd a bit of that yellow barley jaundice. She lay on my lap; her eyes opened-wondrous She'd match for grace all the tiny wild cowslips I'd laugh! 'I'd nicknamed her chips' Because of her yellowing, jaundice—after Finally, she came home with her mother I changed that name to 'clothes peg' As seemed right... even if a little bowleg, She'd lie in the little red washing basket. Just as if it had been her Moses basket Clothes peg stuck; it was only proper As we hung her out to quietly jabber.