Once there was a boy called (Dreamer),
A wimpy little six-year-old screamer,
And a twelve-year-old (Critical) brother,
And neither seemed to like the other.
Why, because Critical tauted younger,
Most times it was like a hunger,
And touted him most times to tears,
And promoted the same from his peers
Then one day Dreamer screamed
it interrupted what he dreamed
but mother scolded teasing old
and this made him quieter, less bold
And for six years it didn't end,
Until Criticizer did military wend,
And with Critical gone it was great,
Little Dreamer began to celebrate
But the criticism seemed to follow him,
And Dreamer thought it would never win,
As everyone said, all the same,
He's so insecure, isn't that a shame
So what dreamer did was hold a grudge,
Forgive and forget, no, he wouldn't budge,
Instead he muttered and cast the blame,
And cursed himself in his brother's name.
but in manhood the Dreamer began to shout,
Hey, no one is to blame for the way I am,
Once I was a boy, but now I'm a man,
And no one is to blame but me
So in the end the Dreamer changed ways,
And confidence was his in later days,
And his brother who military burned,
He got taunted by others and learned.
The moral of this true story is this,
When you choose to tease and dis,
Forgive and forget,
Brothers can be good friends,
A good story starts,
A sad sxtory ends
