An Ode To Shona (my sis)

If I could have a sister, a beauty without flaw.
The kind of face to make men weep and women stare in awe.
If I could have a sister, with hair of silken threads.
To use as string for Cupid's bow, so lovers lose their heads.
If I could have a sister, who's voice was molten gold.
Her dulcet tones, once listened to, would be forever told.
If I could choose a sister, pure as driven snow.
Who's morals never wavered, wherever she may go.
If I could choose a sister, really truly choose.
That perfect, stuck up, prissy bitch is guaranteed to lose!
I'd rather have MY sister, with laughs and grumps galore.
The standards of an alley cat, the morals of a whore!
There's no-one else can fill her boots,'cept for maybe me,
oh and some frog prince in Scotland, who filled 'em up with pee!
She doesn't need perfection, to alter she need not.
For if I could choose a sister......
                                     I'd choose the one I've got!