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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Oh how unlucky can a boy be Not to have one sister but three I was always the one who got the blame And had to hang my head in shame For everything They could do no wrong And how they'd tease me all day long They made Cinderella's ugly sisters look pretty Always wanted a brother myself But never had one what a pity. It was never a happy house They ruled the roost and I was as timid as a mouse One day one of my sisters got sent home from school For wearing no knickers must have been against the rules The knickers had a pocket in front and were navy blue But what the pocket was for I never knew. Sometimes. I'd sneak in their bedrooms And look in all their draws There were some white long things with strings I'd never come across before I thought they were sticks of dynamite and lit them Through them out of the window And took shelter on the floor. How they loved their pop music and would play the same record Over and over again and have posters on their bedroom walls And read teenage magazines with pretty girls in I looked through them all And then their spiteful friends would call It's then I realised girls were different from boys They played different games and had different toys. They used to lock me in the wardrobe and go away And I remember screaming and crying my eyes out all day We had a pet tortoise I think was called Fred They buried it in the garden thinking it was dead When the poor thing must have been in hibernation. When my sisters grew out of their clothes They were passed on to me You can imagine how embarrassed this could be For a tender boy like me Ribbons and bows were not my style And at school I stuck out like a sore thumb by a mile. Sisters were like blisters they made you sore Don't have anything to do with my sisters no more. Peter Dome.Copyright.2015.June.
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