My little sister.
I kiss my little sister, she’s oh so sweet
She laughs and wriggles, she’s got no teeth
I’m going to have to share her with my other sisters
I hope she’ll know it’s me when she hears my whisper
I’ll be there on hand when she wants a bottle
If that doesn’t help, I’ll take up the rattle
When she gets older and we go out as girls
I’ll teach her all the nice things in this wide world
It would be nice to have a brother
But I’ll just say “blame it on my mother”
I’ll have to share my clothes ‘cause she’s my little sister’
What she won’t realise, they won’t even fit her.
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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