Oh, my younger brother bothers me so,








In the early morn, when I am asleep.
Like an elephant walking on dry dough,
He crashes down stairs making tons of peeps.

His feet are like massive golden anvils,
Creating earthquakes as he moves along.
His teeth grind food as if they are windmills,
His mouth acts as an extremely loud gong.

At six A.M., the monster awakens.
But I have a fix to this dilemma,
I force him to sleep out by the chickens,
With nothing but an old dull antenna.

But because of this, his rage burned too deep,
I may be cursed to never fall asleep.