You Weren'T Delivered By A Stork! - Poem by Randy Johnson
When you told that story at the age of five, it was cute.
But telling it at twenty-four isn't astute.
Stop telling people that you were delivered by the stork.
It's stupid and it makes you sound like a dork.
You're embarrassing yourself and you're embarrassing me too.
Stop telling that story and people might stop laughing at you.
You try my patience and it's very irritating to have you for a brother.
If you don't stop telling that story, I'll tell people that you and I don't know one another.
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