MY BROTHER!

When I was young and pony-tailed

How long ago it seems!

A lovely little girl I was,

With schoolgirl hopes and dreams.

 

I lived my life in Luton town

With my father and my mother,

Life would have been fantastic

But for my pesky little brother.

He always started all the fights,

Are brothers all the same?

He would swack me, I would shout

Then I’d get all the blame!

 

He cheated at Monopoly,

He teased me all the time,

He stabbed me with his knuckles –

That was his biggest crime.

 

He didn’t have a teddy bear

He had a knitted pig,

A gift from our dear auntie

When he wasn’t very big.

My brother loved this pig to bits

Indeed twas often holey

Then Mum would patch it up again.

A pink wool roly poly.

 

 

 

Now one day when my dearest bruv

Some cruel blows had dealt,

I thought I’d like to punish him

So he’d know how I felt!

I crept into his bedroom,

I reached right down his bed;

I got that silly Piggy out

And stroked its little head.

 

And then I got a bit of string

Tied Piggy up real tight

I hung it from the lampshade

To give that boy a fright!

And then I went to find him,

And this is what I said,

‘You’d better go and see your pig –

I think he could be dead!’

 

I’m sure I really meant no harm,

But trouble was to come

Cos when he saw his Piggy

My brother called our Mum.

She told me  I was very cruel,

She gave me such a smack.

She said if I was kind to him,

He’d always be kind back.

 

It was only when we both grew up

I found out that was true,

If you are kind to someone else

Then they’ll be kind to you.

Frog: (Hopefully)

Well, mostly anyway. Only some of them have to be in a good mood!

And some of them can’t believe you’re trying to be nice.

Take my word for it.

And could somebody please get me out of here?

 

 

 

6 thoughts on “MY BROTHER!

  1. Loved your My brother poem Reminded me of my relationship with my brother only I was the naughty younger sister and he was up there on the parental pedestal. It wasn’t until he started to fall from the pedestal at the time of his divorce that I realised I didn’t want to be up there instead of him so worked my socks off to mend the split with my parents and get him put back on the pedestal!

  2. Your poem about your brother has stimulated memories of mine. I think he was just always there and didn’t feature much in my day to day existence then one night to the strains of Simon and Garfunkle, “Feelin’ Groovy”, I suddenly realised that we had so much in common and we could be friends.

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