Brothers.. - Poem by Holly Thomas
Brothers will be brothers.
lets not blame our mothers.
Its not fair
when they pull our hair.
They are always being mean to me
so i lock myself in my room and throw away the key.
They are such a pest
when they think they are the best.
They constantly lie
somethimes i wish they would die.
But i have three, and them i must love
even though they push and shove.
Sometimes they can be sweet
but can never be neat.
No matter what we will always be brothers and sister
Although one is from another mister.
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