I keep trying slightly new styles to keep a sort of variety and lack of dullness with my poems, even if the differences are very small. I’ve tried lines two and four rhyming a few times in four line verses that have minor changes here and there. I’ve tried all two line verses and a few others. Today, I came up with something different. I call it my “staircase style,” as I have never seen a poem like this before, so I have no official name for it. The reasoning behind my title should become clear shortly as the poem is read.
FlipperBoidSkua, one of my favorite writers, this poem is dedicated to you and your love of this egg-stealing couple.
Strut’s Lament
I love my brother will all my heart.
When he has a job, I do my part.
No matter the time, together we start.
His obsession with eggs can be a pain.
He hunts them down, even in rain.
Our life is never easy.
I can’t understand why he doesn’t see,
The kind of brother I’d like to be.
Not in his image, but just being me.
He makes me eat his favorite food;
He won’t ask my preference in any mood.
I always feel so trapped.
I try my hardest to make him glad,
Yet whatever I do, to him it’s bad.
I dream of the happiness we never had.
I care a lot for that brother of mine,
But things between us are far from fine.
We seem to drift farther apart.
His violent tendencies are always here.
My brother is sadly a guy to fear.
I look for kindness, but it’s nowhere near.
I had an idea for that Longneck’s death,
But oh, it ended with huge Sharpteeth breath.
I can never please my brother.
He despises every kid we meet.
His answer to disputes is just to beat.
The amount of cruelty is quite a feat.
I wish in peace we could settle down,
Yet every day he greets with a frown.
Ozzie should never be a dad.
I only wish my brother the best.
I always give him most of the nest.
After just a few bites, I give him the rest.
He never thanks me for the things I do,
But no matter the case, I see things through.
If only he would seem pleased.
This is my story, but don’t get me wrong.
Though I’d love our life to sing a new song,
I will follow my brother, since he is so strong.
I will wait forever for him to show love.
Someday, his heart will have light from above.
Until then, I will suffer in silence.
If it wasn't clear, I call it my "staircase style" because the number of lines go:
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just like a staircase does.
