Siblings

By George Baring

 

My sister is a warthog.

My brother is a worm.

The little one is even worse.

I just can’t tell you, think you’ll squirm.

 

They will not share,

They pull my hair,

And never let me be.

 

But then at night when I lie down,

And think of all the fun we had,

I know I’m lucky to have them all,

It’s really not that bad