My brother Ben, is twenty-three
But we get along, him and me.
He likes balloons, and I do too.
He says, "I'll bring them on adventures, this I will do."
He says every morning, he talks of his dreams,
His brain full of ideas is just bursting at the seams.
"They rocket through the stars, and they swim through the seas."
"When you were done, did you bring them for peas?"
He said no, he didn't bring them for peas,
But he did say that they sat down for tea.
My family is awesome,
They're all so cool.
We've got super powers,
And every Sunday, we visit the pool.
Mom can multi-task, she confuses us sometimes,
Is she in the kitchen, or fixing the blinds?
Dad tries to play the same game,
But I think this task was meant for a dame.
My three sisters, they're here and they're there,
In a game of hide and seek, it's just not fair.
My big brother Ben, he's there for me all right,
But I don't know how to make him sleep at night.
What about me?
Well, I guess we'll have to wait and see.
One day, I decided that I shall write about me,
I shall discuss it this afternoon with my sister, over some tea.
"Make it descriptive, and it has to have a thick plot."
She ranted and ranted until there was no more tea in the pot.
So I started today, in a poetic fashion,
And I let my mind run free, my words filled with passion.
So, dearest reader, please enjoy,
This very book written by an eleven-year-old boy.