Poem About Sisters
Sisters are rather stupid creatures
Which come with many annoying features
When you want quiet they read aloud
They also scratch and hiss really loud
Painful scratches deliver the evil of sisters
What us poor older brothers have to endure!
To this day there is still no known cure..
They have floppy hair that they play with all day
In a most irritating over-brushing way
They don’t follow rules in games
They beat you up then let the boy get the blame
Almost always whining about things that don’t matter
Or yabbering on with gibberish chatter
They steal all the best treats from the fridge
They tell on you – they’re always snitches
They are real bossy britches.
Davey
My Sister
My sister is hot and cold, it seems
She can be kind but she can be mean
She likes to have things her way
Sometimes I like to try my way, so I say.
Then she doesn’t listen
She won’t let me get a word in
She won’t talk to me
It’s like I’m a rock or a tree
I get so annoyed and wound up
And I want to blurt it all out
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When my sister gets home after school
Her moods changed from cold to “It’s all cool.”
She asks what I had for afternoon
(Her lazy way of saying afternoon tea)
I say sullenly “I had cookies.”
She asks if I wan to play ‘One Bounce”
Our game we made up and I say “..maybe once.”
It’s her way of making up
So I let my annoyance go and give up
She is my sister; hot and cold
But I love her the way she is.
Emma
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