My Favorite Brat

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by AutumnThorn

by AutumnThorn

Now thirteen with football dreams,

And a future well shaped through numbers.

I remember when he was young,

We had so much fun.

He'd pull my hair,

And decorate it with gum.

I would hit him hard,

And he would hit back.

We'd both get hit afterwards,

By our irritated dad.

I would call him a pig,

And he would call me a sheep.

The name calling continued,

Until it was time to sleep.

Sadly we've grown,

And those days are over.

You'll remember THE GAME,

Whenever you read this, little brother.

I love you ,little brother,

Remember that.

No matter how far away I am,

You'll always be my favorite brat.