comparisons

comparisons

My Sister and I

She's two minutes younger, and she is taller
She is fertile and I am barren
She smiles a lot, my face is a frown
Although when I want to I am the better clown.

She is plump, I am slimmer; she is rough, I am calmer
She creates with her hand, I am more the thinker
She likes her men younger and with full head of hair
I like mine older, and the balder, the sexier.

She speaks three languages, I speak seven
I've been around the world, she lives in Spain
I can cook up a storm, from soup to dessert
She can, too, literally, because she's a witch.

She's very friendly, and I am more reserved
She talks incessantly, whereas I sit and wait
She loves diamonds, gifts from her exes
I make do with pearls, real ones and fakes.

She spends her money like it's going out of style
I work my ass off and must until I die
But we love each other for we are sisters
And I'll give her my money if she'll let me spend hers.