My brother’s always hangin’ ‘round.
He sticks to me like glue.
You’d think that it would bother me.
He follows everything I do.
He thinks that he’s as big as me.
Wouldn’t that bother you?
You’ll find him always underfoot.
He wants so bad to do things too.
‘Course he’s a bit misillusioned
‘Bout his abilities,
But that doesn’t stop him tryin’
The many possibilities.
I’m tired of him underfoot,
And often getting hurt.
So, I’ve thought of a solution
Meant to protect the little squirt.
The kid really isn’t heavy –
Lighter than a boulder.
I thought I’d simply lift him up,
And just put him on my shoulder.
He’s no burden
He’s no bother
He ain’t heavy
He’s my brother
Simple abcb rhymed Quatrains. Syllable count: 8-6-8-8
Thank you to my Daughter, Aisha, for capturing the moment in this photograph.