After The Rain

My Sister Room!

I have plans for my sister’s room

Which I’ve renamed the den of doom,

While she is gone for three days (three!)

With plans to have more fun than me.

There’s ice cream for her pillowcase

(Nice and sticky for her face).

Rubber spiders for her sheets,

(A nice and soothing bed-time treat.)

I’ll read her journal — glue it shut,

And tell my mom it’s filled with smut.

I’ll stuff her shoes with pistachios,

Her posters I’ll mustachio.

Give me time, I’ll think of more.

What’s that? My sister locked her door!?!

I’m so angry I could bust.

It’s sad when sisters don’t have trust.