My SisterA Poem by papaedTwo versions of an Alfred Dorn Sonnet... A linked sestet, a rhyming couplet, and an alternating sestet. First in ABCABC DD AEAEAE rhyming format and the second in ABABAB CC ADADAD rhyming format ABCABC DD AEAEAE format
My sister always gets her way. She yells and screams till I give in. She cries and pouts till I feel bad. I never like it when we play. She makes up rules I cannot win, then laughs at me to make me mad.
I find I cannot resist her. Maybe she’s not my real sister.
I make up ways to make her pay. I try to stick her with a pin. She just dodges out of the way. Would hitting her be such a sin? I wish I didn’t have to stay, but I’m just eight and she is ten.
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ABABAB CC ADADAD format
My sister always gets her way. She cries and pouts till I feel bad. I never like it when we play. She laughs at me to make me mad. I follow her around all day. She runs away. It makes me sad.
I find I cannot resist her. Maybe she’s not my real sister.
I make up ways to make her pay. I try to stick her with a pin. She just dodges out of the way. Would hitting her be such a sin? I wish I didn’t have to stay, but I’m just eight and she is ten. © 2009 papaedReviews
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7 Reviews Added on July 2, 2009 AuthorpapaedKansas City, MOAboutno erudite pontifications, no complex extrapolations no intentional hurtful lies, just simple age-wise aliteration and prose, of a man who's in the throes of living day to day from his head down to.. more..Writing
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