My Brother's Room
I have plans for my brother's room
Which I've renamed the den of doom,
While he is gone for three days (three!)
with plans to have more fun than me.
There's ice cream for his pillowcase
(Nice and sticky for his face).
Rubber spiders for his sheets,
(A nice and soothing bed-time treat).
I'll read his journal - glue it shut,
And tell Mom it's filled with smut.
I'll stuff his shoes with pistachios,
His posters I'll mustachio.
Give me time, I'll think of more.
What's that? My brother locked is door!?!
I'm so angry I could bust.
It's sad when brothers don't have trust.
by Denise Rodgers (modified by Addie King)
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