"SISTER, sister, go to bed!
Go and rest your weary head."
Thus the prudent brother said.
"Do you want a battered hide,
Or scratches to your face applied?"
Thus his sister calm replied.
"Sister, do not raise my wrath.
I'd make you into mutton broth
As easily as kill a moth"
The sister raised her beaming eye
And looked on him indignantly
And sternly answered, "Only try!"
Off to the cook he quickly ran.
"Dear Cook, please lend a frying-pan
To me as quickly as you can."
And wherefore should I lend it you?"
"The reason, Cook, is plain to view.
I wish to make an Irish stew."
"What meat is in that stew to go?"
"My sister'll be the contents!"
"Oh"
"You'll lend the pan to me, Cook?"
"No!"
Moral: Never stew your sister.
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From guest marelena (contact)
reminds me of my son and daughter. When i showed them the poem their facial expression became the same and then they giggled. -
From guest Giavonna gillespie (contact)
You are dead and cannot see this but coming from an twelve year old this poem was really great. Reminds me of my brother and sisters -
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Made me smile :)
From guest Nos (contact)
I love old and stylishly represented stories that reflect most common subjects such as the dialog between a brother and a sister who "love" each other. I'm sending this to all my bro+sis friends ! ! ! -
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haha
From guest Alyssa (contact)
well this sounds like me and my brother. haha.. maybe i should have him read this poem.. -
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wow what grammer i like the way everything is worded
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This is very cute and has a very sensible moral to it all!!
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