little Sister

That's my little Sisiter,
just five minutes old.
Already seeking something,
to bite, chew and hold.
That's my little sister
already going bald,
I can't just call her sister,
so what will she be called?


I want to call her Carol,
but all Carols are hymns.
I want to call her Jimmy,
but I always visit gyms.
I want to call her spotty,
but she may punch my nose.
I will not call her Rosy,
she don't look like a rose.

When I hear her crying,
I want to call her LOUD!!
If she's the type for talking,
I may call her a crowd.
If she's good at singing,
I'll call her nightingale.
If she keeps on grinning,
she'll make the Doctors wail.

The Doctors call her beauty,
but Beauty is a horse.
The nurses called her cutey,
being polite, of course. 
My Mummy and my Daddy,
just don't have an idea.
We don't have a name ready,
but we're so glad she's here.

by Benjamin Zephaniah




 








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