Me and my sister talk,
Chatting a few minutes at night.
Me and my sister play,
Sledding in the winter,
And frolicing in the field during summer.
Me and my sister argue,
Over the smallest things.
I call her a sour, bitter, lemon,
She calls me ignorant.
Me and my sister laugh so hard,
We can’t breathe.
I wish we were telepaths sometimes,
So we could read eachothers’ minds.
But sometimes I wish we didn’t,
Cause some thoughts should be kept private.
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 7:05 PM UTC
Me and my sister talk,
Chatting a few minutes at night.
Me and my sister play,
Sledding in the winter,
And frolicing in the field during summer.
Me and my sister argue,
Over the smallest things.
I call her a sour, bitter, lemon,
She calls me ignorant.
Me and my sister laugh so hard,
We can’t breathe.
I wish we were telepaths sometimes,
So we could read eachothers’ minds.
But sometimes I wish we didn’t,
Cause some thoughts should be kept private.
The version I submitted for class
