My New Brother
I'm going to get a new brother
My Mum says he's coming soon
I didn't ask for a brother
I'm not even sure we've got room
My Mum says he's coming soon
I didn't ask for a brother
I'm not even sure we've got room
I'm going to get a new brother
I hope he won't take my place
Cos I am still only little
I hope he won't get in my face
I hope he won't take my place
Cos I am still only little
I hope he won't get in my face
My Mum says I'll love my new brother
But I'm not really sure about that
Cos when he comes home to live here
I might have to sleep with the cat
But I'm not really sure about that
Cos when he comes home to live here
I might have to sleep with the cat
My brother came home yesterday
He's alright but he's wrinkled and small
I suppose I'll get used to him one day
But I've told Mum, no more, that's all
He's alright but he's wrinkled and small
I suppose I'll get used to him one day
But I've told Mum, no more, that's all
Mike O'Leary - January 2016
Written in a poetry workshop with Chris Tutton
A poem written in a poetry workshop with Chris Tutton.
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