My Half-Blood Sister
Long lost in between the dark silhouettes,
Her visage is played by a minaret.
A deadly cough has consumed her in sleep,
I cannot sleep even one inch deep.
The convulsive hack thunders through the air,
Tomorrow, I shall call for help at health care.
My half-blood sister has an intense spunk,
She romps around and gossips with the monk.
The milk is gone, the eggs and ice cream too!
You’ve raided my fridge, what shall I do with you?
Make you a capon? Perhaps Annie stew?
