This is an ode to my sister whoopy pants...
My sister Wendy is very kind.
My sister Wendy is not blind.
My sister Wendy likes to help.
My sister Wendy does not yelp.
My sister Wendy is so very awesome.
My sister Wendy never plays possum.
My sister Wendy is very loved.
My sister Wendy should never be shoved.
My sister Wendy is my friend.
My sister Wendy without her I could not comprehend.
My sister Wendy is so very special, I love her very much.
This concludes my ode to whoopy pants.
I love you Wendy have a very Happy Birthday.
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- This world is not my home. I'm just visiting. Why do people buy things they can't afford, and then stress out about how they're going to pay for it? Why do people think material things will make them happy? Isn't it true that once you get that one thing you've always wanted something new catches your eye and once again you're not content with what you have?
3 comments:
Thank you sister! That was special.
i think that was the sweetest poem(?) i;ve ever read. how sweet and accurate.
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You are a poet.
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