As I sat quietly as could be,
Here she came, annoying me.
Really all I wanted was silence,
But she chattered away.
Speaking, mumbling, yelling
At me to listen.
My ears rang with her voice.
I ignored as much as I could,
But her voice
Whinny and high, too much to take.
I spun around in anger and rage.
Eyes flaring with fire.
She looked at me pleasantly,
With a perfect sweet smile.
Her mouth did close,
Her eyes a lit with laughter.
She couldn't stop talking,
Even for the breifest moments.
She stood up and ran away
Before I could scream at her.
Who ever said there was sisterly love,
Have no idea what it's really like
Sometimes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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