Brothers, eh?

This is for my darling brother.

Oh, you can sit there

Watching stuff online on your iPod.

Sit there with milk on your face

And your headphones on, but my God;


You know I do love you,

But there are lines you mustn't cross!

It's not all the time that I can pretend

That I don't give a toss!


You can eat those crisps;

But did you think you'd be that lucky?

I'm telling you - whatever you do,

Do not touch my cookie!!

The End

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