My sleeping sister lies on the sofa,
Yawning when she looks at me.
She llies there nlinking very lightly,
Lips are wet with spit.
Even though she hears me she lies there,
Ever dozing off into dreams where I do not know.
Pillow no longer there,
In the window sill.
Now yell at her "It's time to get up,"
Gone to bed or you'll be dead she said.
Sit up right now, She yells at me,
Taped your book to your knee.
Eventually she'll wake up,
Wrong again cause now she's dead.
Age: 13 3/98