My brother’s such a noisy kid,
when he eats soup he slurps.
When he drinks milk he gargles.
And after meals he burps.
He cracks his knuckles when he’s bored.
He whistles when he walks.
He snaps his fingers when he sings,
and when he’s mad he squawks.
At night my brother snores so loud
it sounds just like a riot.
Even when he sleeps
my noisy brother isn’t quiet.
Text © Bruce Lansky, reprinted from A Bad Case of the Giggles published by Meadowbrook Press. Illustration © Stephen Carpenter. Any copying or use of this poem or illustration without consent is unlawful.
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