My little brother is a pest,
The rooms around him are a mess;
Jelly prints are on the chairs
And muddy marks are on the stairs.
The cats are all afraid of him...
My situation looks quite grim!
I look around, then close my eyes
Because I fear there might be spies
Lurking around every corner...
A playmobil! Oh, the horror!
Tripping over army men,
I stumble upon his secret den!
Beanie babies strewn about,
Hurry, hurry! I must get out!
And then I see him standing there
With bubble gum stuck in his hair;
He looks at me, then starts to smile,
Then he says, "Come play awhile!"
And so, I played some cards with him.
He's not that bad...unless I win!

11/27/2000

Author's Note: This was the first poem I ever wrote.

Posted on 03/12/2003
Copyright © 2024 Stephanie Kent