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Harshitha Bhat

Comedy Others Children

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Harshitha Bhat

Comedy Others Children

Sisters

Sisters

1 min
30


She gives me my hairbrush, 

And laughs weirdly when I dress.

She copies everything I do

And cries when I'm depressed.


She calls me funny names

And scorns everything I say

Yet, she cuddles in my arms

At the very end of the day.


She refuses to sleep next to me

And calls my room her own.

But if you speak a word against me

Beware, face her on your own.


She looks up to me for everything,

And asks me for advice.

She grumbles and complains and teases

But actually, she's kind of nice.


Who knows why God created

The weird things called sisters?

Yes, bizarre, annoying, babyish and crying;

But heaven compared to little misters!


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