Brother For Sale

Brother for sale. I'll deliver him too. I can send in the mail, Wrapped in yellow or blue. He's water potty-trained now, But that can change in a day. He'll be bundled with Oreos, So he can eat on the way. I can mail him by truck, car, or plane. He's coming with stuff, his favorite toy train. He's coming character-recommended, highly by me. He's a pretty good brother, who is almost three. We need him back when you get him trained. We simply cannot seem to get through to his little brain. That when he has to poop, hiding is no good. Please train him to use the potty with solids, if you could. Then send him back, to his crazy, loving home. And this shall be the end of this tiny poem.