Little Brother
I have a little brother
And I love him an awful lot
But there was once a day
When we fussed and fought
He really was a pest
And played with all my planes
He’d ruin them all no less
But didn’t admit a thing
He had a remote control car
And I played with it too
I drove it fast and far
It was the least that I could do
We wrestled an awful lot
And practiced all our moves
The living room was our spot
With some karate chops there too
It makes me smile a little
As I recall those times
I’m glad we had each other
To brighten up our lives
- Author: w c ( Offline)
- Published: November 19th, 2017 11:34
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 20
Comments2
Another fine write wc.
Thanks Orchidee! i really appreciate your comment!
WC,
Your poem reminds me of my children growing up! Enjoyed reading it! Thanks for the memories!
~Laura~
Thanks Laura! I fought with my brother many years ago, but it still seems like yesterday.
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