A work in progress

My sister Aisling is as lazy as sin,

She won’t even look after the her from within,

She only showers whenever she going out,

Even then you’d look and seriously be in doubt.

I feel for my sister, I truly do,

But in a crowd I think ‘Aisling who?’

The scars on her body, her steps like thunder,

I sometimes step back and ponder and wonder,

But I refuse to be part of her entourage,

Get up and get it yourself I strongly encourage,

My mother though is more than willing,

To fetch her things for her stomachs filling,

Cut herself again that gargantuan bitch,

Now A&E bound for yet another stitch,

Why she does it at night is beyond me,

No friends in sight, she must be so lonely!

I sat her down earlier with an ultimatum,

Its slimming world or death I gave her the option,

So slimming world she decided to try for a while,

As those pounds turned to stones she cracked a smile,

The cutting got itself under control,

And in culinary school she did enrol,

So even though my sisters a mess,

She’s my little work in progress.