My sister’s home from college
and that sure makes me smile,
because I know her secret —
I’ve known it for a while.
I told her that I’d seen it,
her little tattooed rose,
but both my folks know nothing.
It’s underneath her clothes.
My sister now plays Barbies
with me, from three to four,
and after makes me coco,
the drink that I adore.
She’s never been so loving
to me, her little sis,
and when she leaves for college,
my sister I will miss.
As long as we play Barbies
and have our coco hot,
I’ll keep her rose my secret,
the only one I’ve got.
The Lonely Meatball 
AJ! I absolutely LOVE this! That is exactly the way I remember having sisters. I had two of them, and mere coercion wasn’t the half of it! Excellent characterization!
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I’m glad you like it. It was inspired by my own relationship with an older sister. I remember reading her letters from a boyfriend. She definitely made my life more interesting.
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Ah, sibling blackmail. It only works until they have something on you, though, lol.
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That is an excellent point. Childhood is a time of much stealth.
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Lol. Yes, it is.
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Ahhhhh this is great!!!!
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Thank you. How can you tell I have older sisters!
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Yes indeed!!! Ha!
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I love this!
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Your comment was the first thing I read this morning so it was a wonderful start to the day. I’m so glad you like it. It means a lot to me.
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That’s all you know. It’s not a rose: it’s a wolf. cheers
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