Advice-Giver

If I ever wrote

Bout bright blue skies

She'd look at the note

And then roll her eyes

If I ever wrote

Bout green green grass

She'd look at the note

And then just laugh

If I ever wrote

Bout rainbows galore

She'd look at the note

And then it would fall to the floor

If I ever wrote

A poem like this

She would call me a bloke

And raise her fist

If I ever wrote

Her a note on love

She would gag and choke

And then give me a shove

If I ever wrote

Anything nice

She would read the note

And then then give me advice

My sister is good

Kind caring and fun

And does what she should

When advice-giving needs done.