Little Brother Texas Torture Chamber, Room 14

This Monster is a little pest, More annoying than the rest. Vulgar and rude he follows you, Shouting loudly about Doo-Doo. In anger he would get first prize, How could mom not see through the disguise? But you know what lies beneath that smile, Those cutie freckles and fluttering eyes A horrible monster waits inside. For the moment Mommy leaves the room, He sweeps towards you like a broom, He wrecks your friends, your games, your toys, Always yelling and making noise. Everywhere you look and turn, Your things are broken, that little worm! You'll get revenge someday somehow. 'cause Mom won't always be around.

Angela, Texas, USA, 13