From Omar
To Reema & Saher

I laugh and I cry
I figuratively poke you in the eye

I sing and I dance
I laugh at your prance

You make yourself feel important
By making us feel small

But I still love you the same
Even if you are a pain :P

P.S. - ok, you win

P.P.S. - I've been using two keyboards for these emails ... One for each
hand!! Isn't that crazy!??!

Luv,
Omar

From Saher
To Omar & Reema

Reema Apa wins hands down!! ;)

Saher

From Reema
To Omar & Saher

Reema's job is complete.
Her work is done.
Her siblings aren't sweet,
But now are one.

She fulfills her duty,
And bears her burden.
Her siblings are fruity,
But now are one.

We live at opposite ends,
Which makes it harder to do.
But her siblings are friends,
And Reema is through.

From Saher
To Omar & Reema

Oh poor Reema
Your name rhymes with Keema
So far out in Long Beach
I wish that president of yours we could impeach

We're concerned that the sun
and excessive amounts of fun
May have caused your brain to turn into a watery pond
And turned your hair a little blond

Your ode didn't rhyme
It was a lyrical crime
Ours was superior
Yours is inferior

.... We just kicked your posterior

(but we did work together so I guess you limerick was true...if awful!
;) )
heheheee

Muhahahahah

Omar & Saher

From Omar
To Saher

Oh poor Reema
Your name rhymes with Keema
So far out in Long Beach
I wish that damn president of yours we could impeech

Your ode didn't rhyme
It was a lyrical crime
Ours was superior
Yours is inferior

We just kicked your posterior

heheheee

Muhahahahah

Omar

From Saher
To Omar

Oh poor Reema
So far out in California
Nothing to do but but look at other's "beema"s
In the Land of being "corny-ia"

Your ode didn't rhyme
Omar and mine was better
May be you need to stick to mime
And let us handle the letters!!

heheheee

Saher

From Reema
To Omar & Saher

CLEARly you guys are not busy today. Sheesh.

An Ode to Silly Siblings

Saher sat at her desk giving accounts names
Omar sat at his desk playing video games
They missed each other
So they decided to bother
By sending out emails with odes that were lame

So Reema, being the eldest, stepped in
And showed them how to make poetry sing
She wrote a series
That wasn't serious
Of Limericks whose rhyme was slammin'

Saher and Omar saw their error
And they gasped with horror
They hugged
And loved
And they thanked Reema forever

From Saher
To Omar & Reema

I must say
You write quite well
But not this day
As this is what I have to tell:

Your poem is long
Your poem is funny
But you are wrong
(naturally, since you are a dummy)

Anum loves you lots
She asks for you in the car
She asks for you while banging pots
She looks for your near and far

She says your name with a question
She says your name as a statement
She says your name as an exclamation
Heck, I think she feels you have your own frekin "Anum" Department!

When she goes to you instead of me
I most certainly do get upset

From Omar
To Reema & Saher

I expected to be given no quarter.

Hehe, did you write that yourself? I love it.

Here's my "Ode to Najmussaher" (one word ;)

There once was a sister from The Dominion,
And she just loved to give her opinion.
Her daughter was happy,
The mother was sappy.
Her mother hugged and she kissed,
The daughter ran and she pissed.
They all loved to laugh,
And passed a lot of gas.

The Mamoo showed up and stole the show,
The mother got up and said he had to go.
She laughed and she jeered,
It was purely out of fear.

From Saher
To Reema & Omar

There once was a brother
Who could be such a bother
But he adored his little niece
So bought her a pink fleece
She oohhed and she ahhed
And for all other "mamoo's" was forever marred

She came to give him a hug
But got distracted by the nose that looks like a BUG
She poked him in the eye
Then waved and said "good BYE"

... what, you thought I'd be nice to you for once??? ;)

Love ya!

Saher