Raisin Hater

My sister is so strange
She likes the wines
That come from grapes
She likes the grapes
Straight from the vines
And she likes
Sunny days outside
But when the sun gets very hot
All of those grapeys get all dried
And there's a frown upon her face
Because there's raisins in the place
Of all the shiny yummy grapes
And she just hates
The way the raisins taste
The way they are not juicy
Or maybe its because
They're put inside those small red boxes
With the scary lady on them
Either way
It's safe to say
She's not a fan of raisins.