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.