Oh Brother!


My mommy had me and now I am 5,
My mommy had him and now he's all hers,
I do not like it, he's so cute,
I feel as if, i'm just an it!

He's always spoiled,
and i'm always moiled,
Told do this and told do that,
In my mind it's just not right!

I want him gone,
I want him drawn,
drawn right away from mommies hands!
Leave us now I say for you'll be gray!

All grown up,
With his cute kid face,
I still despise,
My younger sized brother!

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