Chatters, Sisters, Snackers

The daffodils were yellow,

And you, my dear fellow,

Lay drawing in the grass,

Watching seasons pass.

The birds sang in the trees,

And we kneeled, on our knees,

To get a better look,

At the drawings in your book.

 

Our brother came without a word,

And looking most absurd,

Handed you a plectrum,

All the colours of the spectrum.

He left to go, and us to ponder,

And so we sat to cheerfully squander

The sun and day, and a box of crackers

We chatters, sisters, snackers.

Author's Note

Written for my little sister :)

Reviews

[Eira Anchor]

claire, i love it! quite possibly the nicest thing you've EVER done for your little sister?x

[Beatrice Mars]

I love it when you rhyme! That was Lush!