Bumpy Roads

Come look in my closet at all the pretty dresses and hats.

If you look in my brother's closet you might see some bats.

I have dolls and tea parties, and dances and shows.

My brothers just have boogers, bad breath, and old dirty clothes.

I have pink and purple bedding, with heats in bloom.

My brother's bed screams of lurking doom!

I have soft silky hair and rosey red cheeks.

I bet my brother hasn't showered in weeks.

I'm gentle and pretty. I'm graceful and cute as can be.

Not like my brother. He is covered in fleas.

-Sarah

Our sister has cooties; she looks like a bug.

When cleaning her room she sweeps it all under her rug.

She has snakes for hair and spiders for eyes.

And every word she speaks is nothing but lies.

She wears pink and yellow dresses, just like a girl.

When I think of her all I want to do is hurl.

She dances and sings and makes lots of drama.

No way that girl is related to our mama.

She reads Judy Blume and listens to Jonas Brothers.

She only thinks of herself and not about others.

Little sisters are gross. They are such a pain.

When I think about her it hurts my poor brain!

-Andrew (in response to the above poem by Sarah!)

My name is Simon. I am a boy.

I'm not a book or a silly little toy.

I have two hands, but only one head.

When I get scared, I hide under my bed.

My teeth are white but my eyes are brown.

When grown-ups talk to me they have to look down.

I like to play. I watch too much TV.

But just about everyone is in love with me!

-Simon