Life With Three Older Brothers
My three brothers would sit on me
Wiggling my tooth lose
Pulled it out
Then wanted my tooth fairy money
They would make me push
All three of them in a soapbox derby car
They would try to swing me on a swing
And make me go over the top
REVENGE
1st Brother
I took my brothers ant farm
And emptied it on his bed
Boy, he was mad
2nd Brother
I took some books
That was under his mattress
And burned them
I still don’t know what they said
Boy, was he mad
3rd Brother
I took some parts off his car
It never ran again
Boy, was he mad
I left my little sister alone, she was cool
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2019
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