My little sister.

-//-

She was the sister,

I never wanted.

Rather than a little princess,

she was a lying cow.

Spoiled and naughty,

was her true nature.

She got whatever,

she pointed at.

‘You’re a naughty boy’,

they told me, when

she was the liar,

the time-server queen.

Whenever they looked away,

she did so many nasty things.

And every time she did,

they blamed me for it later.

I tried to show them, quite often,

her awfully nasty ways.

And every so often,

it was me that they scolded instead.

'Don’t be so nasty,

don’t tell petty lies’.

'Apologize’, son,

'to your sister right now.’

Why couldn’t they see,

her true evil face.

The one she was hiding,

behind that all-smiling mask?

One day I had had enough,

it was the time for her to pay.

-

And I’m happy to tell you,

it’s much better this way.

She’s somewhere safe,

a place, where no one goes.

She’s sitting, almost lying on the floor.

Eyes wide-open, mouth sewn shut.

And like this, my dear new friends,

she will never ever telling lies again.