Poem: My sister, wouldn't I miss her? by Andrea Wren

She's Scary Spice – but not as nice
And looks like Posh, without a wash
Wears Kickers – that kick you
Gets mud on her face
And in yours
Draws Biro on your Barbie
Spills Vimto in your bed
Pulls every single hair
Out of your Tiny Tears head

She's slugs and snails
She's off the rails
With a Glasgow kiss she'll greet hello
And when she's dropped you
to the ground
don't say I didn't tell you so

She's handy – with her feet
Or fists, or teeth, or nails
She'll scare with flair
and a psycho stare
Turn your war cries into wails

Yet my little sister, wouldn't I miss her
If I wished her straight to hell
God knows I tried to push her hide
straight down our neighbour's well

Yet my sis sticks up for me, she does
She's cookies and cream, and Ricky Hattan's dream
She's Play Doh, and the Loose Women show
She's my ally, my abrasive confidante

And while my sister is there,
no one will dare
to do unspeakable things
to MY teddy bear.

© Andrea Wren 2010 - All rights reserved.