A boy with a pair of scissors
sees his older sister asleep
out by the pool,
her hand on the hilt of
a large flyswatter.
Next to her she has
tied a cluster of helium filled
balloons from her birthday party.
Will he release the balloons
to watch them drift
off toward Jupiter?
Or will he give
his sister a stylish haircut?
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It's got to be both Sonny, and some Immac on her eyebrows too! Danny (10)