My Brother

by Marci Ridlon

My brother's worth about two cents,
As far as I can see.
I simply cannot understand
Why they would want a "he.-"

He spends a good part of his day
Asleep inside the crib,
And when he eats, he has to wear
A stupid baby bib.

He cannot walk and cannot talk
And cannot throw a ball.
In fact, he can't do anything--
He's just no fun at all.

As far as I can see,
Instead of getting one like him
To get one just like me.