My Brothers a Pig.

He won't stop burping, he's constantly slurping.

And he keeps chips in his closet.

 

He spills everything, and makes wierd grunts.

But worst of all, we're related. 

This poem is about: 
My family

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tschn540

My brother belched twice when I wrote this.

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