Love Poem

My friend Ansley had a shirt that was her favorite of all

She wore it in the summer and she wore it in the fall

It was really soft and it was her favorite shade of pink

But one sad day her little brother spilled his chocolate drink

It spilled all over that favorite shirt and left a great big stain

And Ansley knew she’d never wear her favorite shirt again

Her brother watched and wondered how mad she’d be at him

But she smiled and said that’s why we call you “Butterfingers” Tim

He asked her why she wasn’t mad he ruined her favorite shirt

He thought for sure that his sister’s feelings would be hurt

She explained I can get another shirt down at the store

But no matter how much I like my shirt I love my brother more

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