My Sister And I

The time, the crime you and I committed

The lies, the dime you and I submitted

Mom would get furious and kept us grounded

Tom would get serious and wished we could be pounded

With Father on our side, losing was something familiar

Dad is always driven by mom, 

He is as scared as us

Days we used to run in the kitchen

Running around chasing the chicken

We couldn't catch the poor thing

Mom caught us and we wouldn't be forgiven.