'Sis' by Trish |
She's not like her sister, a bit of a bat.
She lives in the country, but comes to town,
When country life begins to bore her, to look around.
Last time she visited her sister in the city,
She thought to herself, 'Oh my, it's such a pity,
I can't find myself a comfortable little place,
Here in the city, for heavens sake, there's plenty of space'.
One night as she lay, thinking deeply, in her country bed,
She was so lost in thought, she didn't even hear the mice in her shed.
Then came a little idea, what if each night she put her thoughts in a jar,
And every now and then, tipped them out and read what her messages are.
Now to some folk, this idea may sound rather silly,
But don't be too hasty to dismiss it, as all willy nilly,
Many's the message we have tucked away inside, for, our self.
It's a true story of inner direction, told to me, by, my aunt Nell.
Tushie
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