August 29, 2010
I have a sister
She is a blister
Her name is Charity
Says things like “yay and verily”
She acts so smart
She has no heart
She complains too much
Her face I want to punch
Pencils in her hair
Earrings never in a pair

Anti-social and a b****
Its no wonder she’s a witch
Few friends will she find
More books in a bind
She sleeps until three
Waking only to pee

She thinks she’s so great
Tries to decide others fate
My siblings love her
When I’m near her, I think of murder!

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