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“It’s unfair”, I moaned ,

To my mother .

It’s just I’m sick ,

of my bossy brother .

 

Wash your hair ,

It’s so unfair ,

Blah,Blah,Blahblah.

 

Go to bed early ,

He says to me ,

So my friends can come over to play .

 

But what if I was in charge?

It would be so much fun,

And plus there’ll be no more complaints .

 

Except for my brother,

I bet you he’ll cry ,

While he’s in bed ,

at half seven it’s bedtime for my brother ,

Oh yea,

while I’m having dinner in bed.

 

No party for you,

and ten for me ,

The whole school waits,

Sadly it’s a  no ,

My mother says so ,

I’ll have to wait a while .

 

 

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