This is a short excerpt from a children's story I was working on, I may or may not finish it someday.


And to make matters worse, I’m not back here alone.

I’m stuck in the back with my big sister Joan!

Being trapped in the back with my sister I dread.

If I have to sit here for two days I’ll be dead!

 

I’ll be dead! It’s the truth! There’s no way I’ll survive.

This vacation’s my end. I won’t come back alive!

After two or three hours of her terrible singing,

My head will go numb and my ears will start ringing.

 

Then she’ll pick and she’ll poke till I can’t catch my breath.

Then she’ll talk her girl talk till she bores me to death!

We’ll arrive at the beach. Still they won’t know I’ve died.

Till unloading, they find me all shriveled and dried.

 


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Dawn
03/15/2010 13:13

So, you couldn't find anything to rhyme with little sister Dawn? Fess up, this is about our trips as kids. Tony knows about bike riding. I know about sisters who sing in the car! That's why this one is still my favorite.

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