*Please note: This poem was written for MY brother this Christmas. He is twelve w/braces.
He annoys me twenty-four seven!
And sometimes I can’t even sleep!
Especially when he snores and claims
in the morning that he didn’t make a peep!
He is filthy, disgusting, and appalling!
Picking food out of his mouth after meals!
Often I think he is crazy!
I mean c’mon... he doesn’t even walk on his heels!
But no matter how strange he is,
Nasty and smelling like scat,
I've got to put up with his vexation
because he’s my brother and I kinda have to love him for that.