Treasure Island

Varun Sivashankar


My Brother's Excuses


My brother hates to study,
To avoid it he'll find a way,
If you force and make him study,
This is what he'll say.

"My head is really hurting,
My stomach's got a pain,
My ear is hearing things too loud,
And my brain has got a sprain.

"My nails are burning; they're cut too short,
And my leg has started to bleed,
I think I have a high temperature,
Some medicines are what I need."

An hour past, his studying time's over,
And he's quite healthy again,
His illnesses and sprains and pains,
Are totally fake, that's plain!

Submitted: Thursday, March 07, 2013
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