Brother Trouble

Of all the burdens I must bear
My brother’s number one.
Our parents really messed up there;
They raised an awful son!
He’s lazy, stubborn, rough, and mean
And thinks he’s boss of me.
The biggest grouch you’re ever seen
And greedy as can be.
His constant teasing makes me sore;
He does it just for spite.
He cheats and brags and, furthermore,
He tickles when we fight.
Unless he stops, I swear someday
I’ll punch his ugly face.
And if they’d let me have my way
I’d shoot him into space.

But other times he’s not so bad.
He’s taught me lots of games.
He tries to cheer me when I’m sad
And calls me funny names.
He helps me when my homework’s hard
And finds me when I hide.
He built the tree house in our yard
And lets me play inside.
He laughs at ev’ry joke I tell
And gives me good advice.
He knows when I’m not feeling well
And treats me extra nice.
So, all in all, I’d have to say
It’s better in the end
To let the no-good nuisance stay.
My brother is my friend.