My Little Sisters

May 25, 2019

Being the oldest can be very good

I usually get the first dibs on snack food

But there's another first that I often get

which is watching the little sisters and sometimes the pets

To be honest, it can be a drag

though I am quite good at it, not that I brag

I have two sisters aged nine and near two

They adore each other and quite frankly me too

They like to blow bubbles, watch Barney and swing

Or walk to buy candy, dance, skip and sing

My sisters love playing dolls and hide-and-go-seek

but when they are counting they usually peek.

The playing is easy but when it's their time for bed

They make lots of excuses: they want water or to be fed.

When the crying starts, I feel so frustrated

But once they're asleep, I become so elated.

Another babysitting stint in the books is done.

I don't always like to admit it but it's less work than fun.

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