
My darling little sister, Liz,
drank some fizz and caused a tizz
upon my birthday with us all
and now we wish that she would fall.
I’m sure my sister would have stayed
to see more birthdays year by year
but as it is, well I just fear,
my sister won't be coming home,
instead she'll float along and roam,
until some kind of party popper
shoots up there and tries to stop her -
and bursts her bubble in the air
to send her spinning down to where
the perfect present can be seen,
my shiny, bouncy trampoline!
Poem © 2015 Dom Conlon
Illustration © 2015 Candy Gourlay