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This is a poem I wrote two years ago in the middle of the night. I was really getting sick of my brother getting all the glory for being the star rock-climber in our family, so I wrote this poem in protest and showed it to my mom in the morning. She loved it and showed it to everyone (email, reading it aloud on the phone, etc.), and then I realized that I could get my own share of glory by writing. Just some background info for you. Please enjoy!

My Brother

Wherever you are,

It’s always bizarre,

And bizarre is the name of my brother.

And I want you to see,

He can’t get it from me,

And neither my father or mother.

He makes swords and guns

Out of PBC pipes,

And although we’ve been playmates for years

He’ll run and I’ll sit,

Though I have to admit,

His fights have been one of my fears.

Whenever he rock-climbs

He once again proves

He’s a self-centered kid to the bone.

My parents see more.

They’re proud to the core,

And these brags and praises leave me alone.

We’ve been fighting forever,

And although I would never

Try such a thing as to harm,

He will never shun

That when we tried to have fun

I accidentally broke his arm.

So wherever you are

It’s always bizarre,

And let’s face it, I’m soon gonna smother.

But while he’s a boy

I should just enjoy

The fact that he’s (for now) a LITTLE brother.

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