My Sister Is A WereWolf

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MY SISTER IS A WEREWOLF



My sister is a werewolf.
It's disquieting and strange.
One moonlight night I watched her
Undergo a sudden change.
Her arms and face grew hairy,
And her voice became a roar.
In some ways she looked better
Than she'd ever looked before.


I ran and told our parents,
Who began to fret and fuss
In despair and disapproval,
Moaning, "No! She's not like us!"
I adore my sister dearly
But reluctantly agree-
How I wish she were a vampire
Like her loving family.




Jeg synes det er et morsomt dikt, som ender på en måte du ikke hadde trodd!

Siv
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