‘Brains’, my sister has none
Looks at the sun
And calls it a bun
Yet, she is a barrel of fun.
When she talks, she talks a lot
Though most of it is absolute rot
Sometimes she just sits and taunts
And ends up getting what she wants
Rarely though, I’m given a treat
And she behaves oh-so-very-sweet
Then I know I have to back away
Before completing-her-notes, ruins my day
She has just learnt to cook
And makes the food usually pasty
But sometimes, just by fluke
It turns out to be really tasty
She is early to bed and early to rise
And sometimes I feel she deserves a prize
For behaving so very, very wise ...
Of course, I tell a lot of lies!!!
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