My Brother

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.

It would have been more sensible,

As far as I can see,

Instead of getting one like him

To get one just like me.