Life's not been the same in my
family
since the day that the new baby
came,
my parents completely ignore
me,
they scarcely remember my name.
The baby gets all their attention,
"Oh, isn't she precious!" they
croon,
they think that she looks like
an angel,
I think she resembles a prune.
They seem to believe she's a
treasure,
there's simply no way I agree,
I wish she'd stop being a baby
and start being older than me.
My brother is a quarterback,
I rarely catch a pass,
and he can run a marathon,
I soon run out of gas,
he pitches for his baseball
team,
I pop up on his curve,
and he's an ace at tennis,
I can't return his serve.
My brother catches lots of fish,
I haven't any luck,
he's captain of his hockey team,
I can't control the puck,
his bowling's unbelievable,
I bowl like a buffoon,
he says someday I'll start to
win . . .
I hope someday is soon.
My brother is as generous
as anyone could be,
for everything he's ever had
he's always shared with me.
He has loaned me his binoculars,
his new computer games,
and his wind-up walking dragon
that breathes artificial flames.
I've been grateful for his robots,
for his giant teddy bear,
but not for certain other things
I'd hoped he'd never share-
Though I'm glad he's shared
his rockets
and his magic jumping rocks,
I wish my brother hadn't shared
his case of chicken pox.
