My sister and I, are chalk and cheese,
You ought to guess which one is me,
My corny jokes and nervous laugh,
Hers dry, and cryptic, never daft,
She's quiet and thoughtful, steady and true,
Not using ten words, when one will do,
Me chattering constantly, unabated,
Even I think I need to be sedated,
Nervously trying to be the clown,
Even when I'm feeling down,
She speaks her mind, firm and forthright,
If I did that, I'd worry all night,
Her demeanours calm, determined and strong,
I try too hard, still getting it wrong,
Luckily she is the one who's a mother,
I wouldn't wish my genes, into another,
Although we're eighteen years apart,
We both do share our mothers heart,
Nature or nurture? Questions the theory,
There's no answer in this instance, clearly,
As opposite as our characters may be
I love my sister, and she loves me.
