My Sister the Poet

My sister the poet Will let it be known Of her past life and her so many homes Of all her good memories and all of the bad She is quite talented and has a lot to say Her life with the devilish man who called himself her father made her that way Mean as a snake when you make her mad But the nicest person you’ll ever meet A down right Christian, she is And when you do something wrong she lets you know about it Most parents tell their kids ‘Santa’s watching you’ But my sister instead says ‘Jesus is watching you’ At the moment she is writing a book of poems of all her childhood memories From the very first to the very worst Her subjects vary from her sister to her brother From riding in a toy car to building an outhouse But not all of it is funny Some of it makes you really appreciate the life you’ve got Wether it’s happy or sad Or makes you angry and mad It all flows together and it all tells a story of a life from hell that we are all glad we didn’t have To my sister the poet I love you very much And I wish I had your talent I wish you the best of luck with your book Keep up the good work