Oh Boy Sisters
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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