She’s… creative

From my sister, on a card picturing kittens with glittery fairy wings (no comment) that she wrote some time ago but only recently uncovered while cleaning:

I present to you the lamest poem ever:

I’ve got a sister
Her name is Lea
She’s got a bird
who won’t shut up
The bird’s orange
As her dog Amelia
And they all drive each other mad
they all drive each other mad

yes I know it sucks*

*she wrote that, not me. I don’t think sucks is the right adjective at all.