My Space in the Family Car
By Gary Wittmann
March 19, 2007(c)
All rights reserved.
Mom yelled at us while in the family car.
I hope that we aren’t very, very far.
My brother sits next to me and is on my line.
He is taking up my valuable space all the time.
The other day he was breathing my precious air.
He even threw his red chewing gum in my hair.
My brother whines and wanted to know if we’re there yet.
He'll be getting a whipping from dad. I know, I bet.
His upper leg keeps touching me and I complain.
He’s just a great big enormous outgoing pain.
He getting ready for college and that is great.
But being ten years old with him makes me feel irate.
He just went PU while I hold my nose from the smell.
Dad said‚“Roll down all the windows and all will be well.”
He asks again and again about the hotel.
I cannot wait till it’s time to say our farewells.
