Old Maids sisiter sister we are one in the same hips alike breasts alike relationships same kind same time oh sister sister what will we do when our breasts sag and our hips are wider than the ocean and we have made too many male friends we'll simply sit on our porch sip our margaritas smoke our cigarettes and thank god we are women.
Kelly Lamm's Questions:
1. How do you feel about the subject matter?
2. Does the rhythm flow throughout the poem?
3. What suggestions do ou have to improve the poem?