You weren't delivered by a stork!

When you told that story at the age of five, it was cute.

But telling it at twenty-four isn't astute.

Stop telling people that you were delivered by the stork.

It's stupid and it makes you sound like a dork.



You're embarrassing yourself and you're embarrassing me too.

Stop telling that story and people might stop laughing at you.

You try my patience and it's very irritating to have you for a brother.

If you don't stop telling that story, I'll tell people that you and I don't know one another.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a fictional poem

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