My Brother by Joseph Buehler

My brother is annoying,

he calls me names.


Every time I try and help him,

he rants and raves.


Some say I should let him be,

but then he’ll just annoy me.


With weird words,

(and ridiculous sounds)


he insists on irritating me

without bound.


“Why you complain’in?”

You may ask.


It’s cuz just watching him

is such a task.


What would you do,

in my shoes?

Film him for views?

Find the hypotenuse?

Or perhaps ask him

about an electrical fuse.


I choose none of these,

“No Good” I say!


“I don’t like your solutions.

I’ll find my own way!”


So I sent my brother

on an impossible quest


I gave him nothing but a thimble,

(previously used to sew a vest)

To empty a lake at my behest.


At first he complained,

his eyes leaking,

his body quaking.


Then he began

his assigned undertaking.


With my brother distracted

I was no longer tormented.


The sweet sound of silence

left my ear-drums contented.


Its five years later,

and he’s still going.


Im happier now,

Practically glowing.