My brother looks up to this oddtodd fellow
i hear he's a nice guy, unemployed and mellow

thirty-something, with a gut and receding hairline
Mmm ..a fudge striped cookie sounds so divine

one day, i thought maybe I'd donate a buck
but i know he'll find a job, and wish him good luck

if he was standing in front of me right now
I'd say, don't be discouraged!  Milk that money cow!

i feel that i need to make an effort to help
before my brother, Matt, follows his footsteps

He too is unemployed, and always mooching off me
I know it sounds mean, but I don't mean to be!

I respect Oddtodd, and his will to eat pringles
But I hope he runs when that employment bell jingles!

I hope that all of my compliments and butt-kissing
will butter Todd up and he'll  sit up and listen

My writing talents aren't the best, even he knows it
but I think this poetry qualifies me, to be Monday's Poet.

By, Aimee Linder
Dedicated to Matt Linder


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