My Little Brother
Poem By Bri Bathalon
He would always act like a clown. One day my brother and I were raking leaves; he would always jump in head first and roll over. Then after he did that I would do the same to see if that was fun. Believe it or not it was fun! ! ! Then we would go on the swing set he would always run into things. He is as crazy as you can probably tell.
Then another time during Halloween we were carving our pumpkins and he stuck his fist into the pumpkins and came out with a big ball of mush. It was so disgusting you will never guess what! He put the ball of mush in my hands and pushed my hands together! ! ! It was gross! ! !