Miss. Twister

      She twists the facts,
      She twists my arm.
      Then floors our parents,
      With her charm.
    

I wish I had no evil sister, I prefer to call her Miss Twister.

Dosage: Read aloud. Daily. ↺

The whole book, in your hands.

All 102 poems, every hand-drawn illustration, and the kind of thing a kid keeps on the shelf for years.

“Gives Shel Silverstein a run for his money.”Amazon reviewer

If this made you smile,

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