Cousins Have Beards Poem by Jonathan Heads

(I ented this into the Wergle Flomp Humor Poetry Contest 2011, would appreciate peoples thoughts.Thanks)

Cousins have beards
or is that just mine?
one things for sure it
makes a good rhyme.

There's nothing more
irritating than a cousin
constantly searching
to rib you rotten.

It's like a best man
from a dismal wedding
you continue to laugh
though he's doing your
head in,

and even though it's wearing
thin; it's funny to think
how to get even with him.

He drinks your beer and eats
your crunchy nut
all in the middle of a rugby
match,

you turn over
the channel, he'll flick it back,
it's time for a dead arm,
'here take that! '
he grabs
the curtian, which falls onto
the cat, in turn spilling
the coffee hitting the matt.

Yet when there gone
you miss all that.