Miss Mister

Mister Miss Mr. Miss is a man indeed. He can't catch a cold let alone cold feet. He lives in a house with his mother and sister. Mom is named Louise Mister and his little sister is Missy miss Mister. It just so happens to be a mixed family of Mother, brother and a sister; named Missy miss Mister. I have a brother, Mr. Miss Jr. Poor guy, he's too obese, he broke his scooter. He doesn't live with us and he's absolutely no fun; because he keeps braking chairs; every last one. And even the couch, he broke that too. He's my son and use to be a strong Mister by far. Now he's so large he cannot fit into a car. Liposuction filling jar after jar... Poor guy has it real, real hard. Kids call him names such as stupid tub of lard. Enough about him. Let's focus on us. We lie cheat and steal and keep it on the hush. Hair brush; no such Fake teeth mold us. Stretch marks that you can't even see Make up and mascara Brushes and red blush. It's a shame that you and I are so dang insecure Manicure pedicure spray tan and then some sort of perm. A brother, a sister, a mother and a Mister Miss make up one happy family. Funny fun names and it is oh so true you see... Mr. Miss is a man indeed. (Last poem submission for a while, I need a break, and to write some relevant poetry. You all are awesome! I'll be back soon.)