I've got this sister called Marie
She has to share a room with me.
She's not what you'd call clean and neat,
Then there's this problem, with her feet.
I open windows, spray the place,
And wear a medic's mask, in case
The Doctor's right, and it might spread.
I've had to fumigate her bed!
And she borrows all my clothes
I shouldn't mind, though, I suppose.
Daddy says not to be mean,
But I'm size eight, and she's sixteen!
He says that if she meets a man
She might leave home, and then I can
Have my room all to myself,
And she can get down off the shelf.
Personally, I think he's dreaming!!
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Owain Glyn
