Riding with my Brother
He pinches, he pokes.
He hogs the backseat.
He tells stupid jokes.
He has smelly feet.
He lets out a fart
And blames it on me.
He makes a fine art –
I know you’ll agree –
Of being a pain,
Tormenter-in-chief.
He drives me insane.
He keeps giving me grief.
I whine and I cry,
But it does me no good.
I pout and I sigh.
I’m so misunderstood.
My brother’s annoying.
I wish mom would agree.
He’s surely enjoying
This trip more than me!
He hogs the backseat.
He tells stupid jokes.
He has smelly feet.
He lets out a fart
And blames it on me.
He makes a fine art –
I know you’ll agree –
Of being a pain,
Tormenter-in-chief.
He drives me insane.
He keeps giving me grief.
I whine and I cry,
But it does me no good.
I pout and I sigh.
I’m so misunderstood.
My brother’s annoying.
I wish mom would agree.
He’s surely enjoying
This trip more than me!
This poem is copyright (©) Theresa Gaughan 2024
About the Writer
Theresa Gaughan
Theresa is a third-grade teacher living in Knoxville, Tennessee. She is an avid reader and has a very extensive collection of children's books. The first poem she ever shared with others was written in fourth-grade. It was titled, I Have to Pay Attention. Her teacher asked her to make it into a poster that she later displayed in the hallway. Ms. Gaughan has no memory of the lesson that she missed while writing the poem.
