'Emily' Poem by Ima Ryma

My family moved to Amherst.
Since then, my older sister, Liz,
Has totally become immersed,
Really believing that she is
Poet, Emily Dickinson,
And to Amherst she has come back
As her true reincarnation.
For poetry, Liz has no knack,
But now when she encounters me,
For no reason and for no rhyme,
I'm forced to hear her 'poetry.'
She does this to me all the time.

Here comes 'Emily' dressed in white.
Too late, she's got me in her sight.