The Playhouse

My brother and his friend built a small shack,
It was quite neglected and inhabitants it lacked!
So the "Powderpuff Kids" moved right in,
We decorated and furnished it, as neat as a pin!
My brother found out, that we had done this,
He didn't use this shack....but, it was still his!
We "squatters" felt, that we'd done him a favour,so...
Why was he screaming and demanding we go?
My father came to appraise the problem for me,
He said it looked better...an improvement, you see!
But, we would have to find a new house and could....
Not expect brothers, to think this idea was good!
Sad, but true, we moved out that same day!
Evicted!! But, found a new place to play!
The shack sat there empty.....neglected and sad.....
My brother was smiling.....while we felt so bad!
Why do brothers make such a fuss?
Why can't brothers be more like "us"????

Pauline Banning
W5-187-97-D9

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