copycat brothers

Copy Cat

Written by Susan Noyes Anderson on . Posted in Children's Poems, Family Relationship Poems

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My little brother copies me.
He does just what I do.
He lugs around a baseball bat
and wears my shinguards too.

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He has a ping pong paddle that
he calls a tennis racquet.
His backhand smashed the TV screen.
That kid can really whack it!

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His hockey stick’s a toilet brush;
it’s wrecking our mom’s floor.
He kicks field goals through window panes.
(I think Mom’s keeping score.)

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It’s cool he wants to be like me.
I love the little brat.
But Mom makes me clean up his mess.
Why can’t he copy that?

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Susan Noyes Anderson

Susan Noyes Anderson is the author of At the End of Your Rope, There’s Hope, Deseret Book, ©1997; Awaken Your Spiritual Power: The Fairy Godmother Isn’t Coming!, Karisma Press, ©1999; and His Children (poetry only, photos are by Anita Schiller), Vantage Point Press, ©2003.

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