Here is a new poem
Sometimes it's hard being a brother
Sometimes it's hard being a brother
Especially when people like one not the other
That's my brother
He's cleverer than me
He's betterer than me
He gets the best, leaves me the rest
Winding me up like a spring
Winding them round his little finger
I don't mean to be a whinger
but he brings out the worst in me
Why can't they see
He's no saint
they just paint him in a better light
So all I can do is fight
for my place
for my case
In his face
Damn! I'm in trouble again
It is not about me or my brothers
but it was inspired by What I imagine Cuddles the Monkey thinks about Orville..... Honest


