siblings

i have a sister i have a brother
it's one for all, and all for one another.
for e'en though we fight and bicker
is not blood than water thicker?
we although admit
even to our mother
we love each other
we just show it in another way
instead of hugs and being all mushy,
we laugh and sing and poke at things gushy.
anyways what kind of children would we be
if we would not see
our mother scream at us all day
and say we are driving her to an early grave?
why should i?
how could i?
aw, come on, give us some credit
because if you don't
by the time you finish reading this
poem of mine you really might regret it!
come on now, didn't you see us try?
look at my younger sister
you' ve made her cry.
please leave, please go away.
my brother my siter and i want to play!