An Ode to My Sister

In a split that will be remembered as legendary in family history, my sister and I took opposing sides when the family played THE GAME on Mother's Day. THE GAME would, of course, be Catch Phrase. When I shook her hand before the timer started, I knew I held the fingers of dead person. She was going down.

I crushed her.

And now, an ode to my sister:

An Ode to My Sister

O my valiant warrior,
thou learned in word and verse,
You stood on the other side,
and there you suffered the curse.

Do not rely on the mother,
She knoweth not your clues,
Myself, you said, not off, you said
They waited on a muse.

Then I, your sister, leaned,
"Ion?" I asked. Confirmed.
With me, my sister stay,
Away from the game-infirmed.

5 comments:

Charles Gramlich said...

Now that's just vicious! :)

Danette Haworth said...

We prefer to think of it as impassioned!

Sandy Nawrot said...

You make me laugh! That is almost as good as your poem about the garage.

Danette Haworth said...

Heh-heh . . . the garage spoke so eloquently, but it was truly motivated. Its passion, however, was unrequited.

Rena said...

LOL!

I love your trailer, btw!