Teamwork

My brother and I

Just loved to fight.

He would hide all my toys

And scare me at night.

We told on each other

And drove our mom mad.

We screamed in the car

And mom almost crashed.

He made up stories.

I was put in time-out.

Mom just about

Pulled all her hair out.

It seemed our fighting

Was draining our mom.

She finally screamed,

“You must get along!

The bond of two siblings

Is stronger than glue!

If you just work together

There’s so much to do!”

We took her advice

And boy, was she right,

Though I’ll never forget 

Her face on that night

When she walked in the kitchen

With pots on the floor,

And we had used all the pillows

To make a big fort.

We had made Kool-Aid

To drink with our lunch,

Which we spilled on the rug

(which cost her a bunch).

We had brought in some mud

To make a mud pie

Which our dog ate right up,

Then threw up nearby.

Mom took one look at

This mess and she screamed.

“But mom, you were right!

We make such a great team!”