46. Family
When we were young—three girls, two boys—
We generated lots of noise:
The raucousness of childhood games,
Odd arguments, and calling names;
Some sneaky pranks and telling tales,
Accompanied by laughs and wails.
Though now we’re older, more assured,
It’s not quite clear that we’ve matured,
There’s still some teasing, prods and pokes,
Rude belches, chaos, silly jokes;
Our banter, mischief, devilry
Are simply sibling revelry.
6, 7 June 2013
Comments: I’ve had “sibling revelry” hanging around in my head for a long time (years, in fact), just waiting for a chance to be used somewhere. I can cross that off my bucket list now.
Themes to come: 47. Creation; 48. Childhood; 49. Stripes; 50. Breaking the Rules; 51. Sport
Explanation about the 100 poems challenge here.
I have to admit that I am quite overwhelmed by your poetic creativeness… Yet… I still feel the urge… To unceremoniously… Belch to the heavens. And so… Consider… The belch!!!!!!!!!
Hah! You have gazumped your younger brother! I hope he feels suitably humbled.