What can I say about my sisters?
Are they a thorn in my side, like blisters?
Or my oldest friends, indeed,
Always mentors in time of need,
The family ties that bind,
Ever ready to say' never mind,'
We look alike, but think apart,
Oldest friends from times gone past,
'Older ladies', we've ripened,
Can't buy sisters with a stipend,
Are sisters thorns in my side, like blisters?
No, you cannot buy my sisters!