God Help Me......My Sisters In Love.

Every Sunday night my sister gives me a call
She talks for hours and hours
About nothing at all

Monday my phone rings, an it’s real late
“I met this guy in a club, an he’s sooooo great”
Her voice goes on through the night
Still telling me about him until it gets light

Tuesday, she’s on the phone to me again
Her constant chatter, driving me insane
He’s this, he’s that…I got the story of his life
An like, how many times did she say ‘I wanna be his wife’

Wednesday it rings and I just wanna scream
Their now an item… “He’s such a dream”.
I know his favourite color, and what aftershave he wears
Oh, an hes got a friend who plays for the Chicago bears

Thursday, the phone is stuck to my ear

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poem by Donna Elouise James
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