Great use of the words in the prompt, and quite a fun poem.
This was great fun and the grin on my face stayed plastered!! :)
Sounds like a fun younger sister! Enjoyed your poem!
and dont think she was not part of the parents plan...something to be said for the old rules of courting
Clever use of those crafty words!
curses, foiled again...
Remember it well. I was the younger sister, no drinks or cookies, just my nosey self. Thanks for the memories,Elizabethhttp://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
very nice/ fun... no sword defeated/as that kid sister.I like what you did with "ninth"Randy
This is familiar, but my brother was the prankster. He intentionally sabotaged my dates. I quit bringing them home. Nice work, OE. Thanks for whirling with us.
"Bold to cold..." yep, I was the little sister who was always sent by my mom to rain on Big Sis's parade of suitors! Didn't occur to me to offer snacks, though.Robin, you're on a tear with wonderful poems, all romantic and sweet. This is a great side of you! Amy
Nicely done, Robin! The allure of 'drink and cookies'!
Very sweet poem and clever use of the words. I think we've all been in a similar date situation and can relate.
Lol, little brothers and sisters should be outlawed! Thank goodness I'm an only child. Fun read, thank you. :)
hehehe Ah the joy of being the little sister. I should know :)
LOL. I'm sure she knew it, too.
What a great write!
Delightful. I've done this a time or two, a story in haiku. I was that kid sister...Cheers.
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