Stuck in the Back
Stuck in the back.
Between two foes,
constantly picking on me.
They take my toys
and annoy me
with their feet.
They burp and fart.
They make it smell.
Will I survive the drive?
I will not yell.
I will not fight.
Or Mom may
turn around.
My goal's in sight.
I see the signs.
Soon we will arrive.
I hope this trip
was worth the pain
of riding with my brothers.
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