Twas December 22 and all through the house, Ally's family was stirring but there was no mouse.
Their guesses were made, anticipation was high, but the location was still up in the sky.
Where would she go, to the east or the west? Florida like Poppa? He said twas the best.
Stateside was the feeling, for health you see. Gluten's forbidden so no Rome, Italy.
She held in her hands the large envelope, her future in balance like a lad on a rope.
Twas the longest opening of a letter for sure. The whole thing such a surreal blur.
Are you enjoying this rhyming or are you starting to yawn? Fine, I'll just say it.
I'M GOING TO TAIWAN!
