My little brother is one year and one month old.
My little brother has clothes I like to fold.
He feels as soft as a teddy.
He looks as small as a lion cub.
He smells like poo most of the time.
Instead of words, "Oooooh" he shouts with happiness!
I love my little brother.
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Mirette this is a fantastic poem. I love how you described your little brother as a lion club! Mrs Fowler
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