My Baby Brother! Poem by Saintdc Reward

A little peace and quiet under our roof
then he must be in bed
the chairs and tables stand aloof
as he awakes with havoc wit no end

He's a trouble we cant cast away
its a type by nature we love
but he's handiwork is ever on display
which shouting hoarse cannot solve

Dark with a fair deal of trouble
you sure cant beat him in his tricks
even the giant Goliath would be humbled
coming in contact with his childish flicks...