No-one’s kissed her,
My big sister;
It’s enough to make her weep.
Dreams of romance,
Thinks she’s no chance,
So she cries herself to sleep.
She’s tried make-up;
There’s no take up,
No-one ever looks her way.
Put her passion
Into fashion,
But the boys still stay away.
So mum kissed her,
My big sister,
Said, “you’ll have to learn to wait.
You’ll go steady
When you’re ready,
After all you’re only eight! ”
(1998)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem