Bunk Beds Poem by Phil Soar

I used to climb into my bed
When I was just a kid
Up the ladder, to the top
That's what I always did
My brother had the bottom bunk
Though he was twice my age
And being stuck above him
Always filled me with such rage

At every opportunity,
I made him feel a git
For making me climb up those rungs
And not caring a bit
And when we both were old enough
To choose a single bed
The first time that I got the chance
I stood upon his head

He asked me why I did it
And I said 'let me explain
I forgot that the bunk had gone
And tried to climb again!