I wrote this in eighth grade for a poem about siblings. (My brother is now a college sophomore- check out his stuff, he's on my favorite authors as luppopazzo33) Anyway, here it is.

TOM

A brother is a special guy.

With him the time will surely fly.

Sometimes he is mean and tough.

He can be nice, but also rough.

I never want him to ever leave,

Except his socks- Ooh! I skieve!

College is coming very fast,

I want the time with him to last.

Look out world, for here comes Tom;

He'll hit you like an atom bomb.

He's the best there ever could be

I'm lucky he belongs to me.

He's leaving now; there he goes.

I'll miss him- yes, of course he knows.

Bye, Bye, Tom,

You were "da bomb."

I'll miss you every day and night,

But cry to sleep, well, not quite.

What!? What's that you say?

You're coming home on holidays?

And nights and weekends too!

Oh no! Oh no! What will I do?

Your room is gone (it now is mine)

It now is taped with a caution line.

It's getting painted, all pink and green,

The finest colors, you've ever seen.

Could you just go away again?

Your room is empty as a bear's den.

So very, very sorry Tom,

What I did was right- ask Mom.