Saturday, November 19, 2005

My Sister

My sister spends forevur
in the bathrum in the morning.
She says she hasta make herself
all beootiful 'n stuf.
And then, she puts five dreses on
and sevun pares of earings
and makes our house all dusty
with her stoopid powder puf.
She asks me if she's pretti,
and I tell her, "pretti ugli."
She waks me with her harebrush
'n sez, "You ar such a pest!"
I say, "I noe you ar, but what am I?"
'n stick my fingurs in her maikup.
There's lotsa things I like ta do,
but buggin' sisters is the best.

— Ender

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