Brother and Sisters

a poem by tobias kerins, UK

It appears that something, was lost in translation
Someone clearly, went above their station
Debate continued, argument ensued
Tension did rise, trouble it brewed

Brothers and sisters
Boiling blisters
Sisters and brothers
Do they have the same mothers

A comment made, a remark was passed
Silence it fell, oh to breathe one’s last
Misunderstood, completely misread
If looks could kill, one would be dead

Brothers and sisters
Boiling blisters
Sisters and brothers
Do they have the same mothers

Aristocratic, or working-class
The finest silver, or bold as brass
A mansion house, a two up and down
Rural setting, or rundown town

Brothers and sisters
Boiling blisters
Sisters and brothers
Do they have the same mothers

My child is clever, far better than yours
Just look at the passes, check out the scores
My child’s better looking, an absolute catch
And so continued, the slanging match

Brothers and sisters
Boiling blisters
Sisters and brothers
Do they have the same mothers

Pick your friends, but your family not
A smoking gun, a lethal shot
To outdo the other, competition is rife
God bless the future, husband or wife

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