As a pine tree,
evergreen..
My little sisdurr
challenged me.
To write a poem
with three words
included somewhere..
and I’m not The One
to fold.

She didn’t count them
all that well.
One of the three
was two instead.
I asked
“are you for cereal?”
Her motive
was ulterior.

Yet, still I tried
to do my best.
For sake of sport
and clownish jest.
To help her evil
plan succeed.
To make her
laugh and say
the ol’ McDonald’s
slogan to my face..

“i’m lovin’ it”