MY BROTHER
I have a little brother he really is a pest
I can’t get any peace or quiet or even any rest
From out his pocket yesterday he pulled a little mouse
You should have seen i chasing me all around the house.
He likes spiders and snakes and other creepy things
He catches pretty butterflies and holds them by their wings.
His face looks really grimy his hands are always black
If it was the olden days I’d put him on the rack.
I’d pull his arms and legs off like he does my cuddly toys
Why does there seem to be so many horrid little boys.
His pockets are full of string and sticky bubble gum
They’re always being emptied out reluctantly by Mum
He doesn’t clean his teeth at night or wash behind his ears
And when his bath time comes around it’s tantrums and its tears
He runs a mile at the sight of soap or water come to that
He covers up his face and neck with a scarf and woolly hat.
He tore his trousers badly while climbing up a tree
And he got sent straight home to bed and didn’t get his tea.
He has pillow fights late at night how the feathers fly
When he’s finished playing they float up to the sky.
Yesterday it happened our Dad just didn’t know
He thought that it was winter and we’d had a fall of snow.
I have to share bunk beds with him; he makes me sleep on top
I don’t like sleeping right up there it’s too far down to drop.
He’s got lots of tiny freckles and curly ginger hair
He doesn’t have a worry he doesn’t have a care.
I must say school appeals to him although he’s had the cane
He put a book inside his pants and didn’t feel the pain,
I know he’s full of mischief and he’ll always get his way
But after all I love him and suppose he’ll have to stay.
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