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Sibling Rivalry
by Don Matley
Curse you! Get up and salivate that knee-scrape,
You fell on your own and don't rat to Dad
Or we'll bury you in Maine sand head first
And let the crabs rip open your toes!
We could let you drop and the rocks bash your brains
The crimson blood in your salty blonde tresses
Would make Picasso proud
Oh you are so cute indeed and the youngest
But you'll pay for the attention you steal from us
We never get the eight millimetre footage that you do
No matter how sucky we feign
And maybe when we knock you down in cold snow
We'll leave you there to win an ice scupture contest
Inded, victorious and famous even in death!
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Do you think we spoke too harshly to sister?
They say children can be so cruel you know
Nah,I don't think so.After all she did get more
saltwater taffy than us.
We'll be nice to her tomorrow.
I do love her. Really!
I know. So do I. But we don't have to tell her,do we?
Not on your life!
08/11/2007 Posted on 08/11/2007
Copyright © 2026 Don Matley
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 08/11/07 at 04:00 PM *chuckles* Kind of tame compared to some of the conversations I've overheard from my children. Never enough tit for the litter, lol. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/26/07 at 07:27 PM I have to say tht I admire your chutzpah in writing this. I guess I should take it as a challenge to write one about the time I had a broken arm and used to hit my older brother on the head with the cast. Of course he couldn't harm me since I was his poor little brother with the broken bones. It is amazing that he didn't kill me. I was so "cute" and such a mischievous little chap. Thanks. |
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