The Sister Blame Game - Poem by Samantha Wallace
"It wasn't me, it was her", we both cried out to mum,
As the vase lay broke and couldn't be undone.
So the usual sister blame game started once again,
This always drove poor mum terribly insane.
She'd shout and curse and turn all red,
Then send us both straight up to bed.
For no matter who was to blame,
Both us girls were punished just the same.
And as Mum didn't know who caused the deed,
She felt there was still the consequence to heed.
So if we didn't be honest and just confess,
Then we'd both be forced to clean the mess.
I knew it was her, my terrible sister,
Who'd smashed mum's vase
But Mum wouldn't believe the words I said,
For she was convinced I'd done it instead.
To be honest, that's the sort of thing I usually do,
But this time I promise, I'm telling the truth.
"It wasn't me, it was her", it's just not fair,
But mum just didn't seem to care.
I really wish my sister was more honest,
Or that mum wasn't always so biased.
But I'll take this punishment I don't deserve,
For I know it won't be long till the blame game is reversed!
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