My Sister
I have a little sister
And nothing would she wear
But some bright red lipstick
And her underwear
She flashed to all the neighbours
And made the old men blush
At least she kept her knickers on
And didn’t show her b***
One day she ordered pizza
And heard the knock on door
She quickly rushed to answer
Her jaw fell to the floor
The delivery boy was waiting
Stood upon the step
Not the normal guy this time
He looked like Johnny Depp
His bosses must have told him
My sister was hot stuff
And dealing with her antics
Well they had had enough
This time with our order
We got a little present
The delivery boy was naked
So our pennies were well spent
‘Come in and stay for supper.
Would you like some garlic bread?’
‘Nah I don’t do garlic,
Just lipstick on my head’
‘I don’t provide that service’
She pushed him out the door
‘Shame, I only did this round
Coz I heard you’re up for more’
My sister covers up now
Too late I hear you say
Reputation ruined
Will never go away
But she has learnt her lesson
And covers up quite drab
Keeping well away from Johnny
And his hot doner kebab.
YOU ARE READING
Baited Lines - A collection of Poetry (Atty Awards 2012)
PoetryMy selection of ten poems, submitted for the Atty Awards, some thought provoking, others humorous. I grew up reading A. A. Milne and Edward Lear, and they have both been a big influence in the poetry I write. It's been quite a challenge to diversify...
