"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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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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