Loud and bratty,
My younger sibling often insists on being a major pest.
They cry and plead,
And plot and scheme,
To make me mad is largely the end-game in their quest.
They pick and peck,
A pain in my neck,
‘Til I’m yelling, “GO AWAY!”, and scarce can keep my calm.
Then come the tears
As they switch gears,
Next thing I know I’m grounded and in big trouble with Mom!