I hit my brother and <br />My brother fell fainted and <br />His son got angry and <br />He hit me back and <br />I turned to hit him back and <br />Then mother-90 years, shouted and <br />She hit me for her turn and <br />Thus I got so many strokes and <br />It did'nt matter much but <br />Only made me feel sorry, for <br />Mother broke my only walking stick and <br />She screamed 'you're sixty and <br />your brother is seventy and <br />My grandson is forty and <br />I don't suppose a battlefield' and <br />Then my brother woke up and <br />Our fight started again and'I am Wellesley. <br />why I hit him 'cause <br />He has been calling me Breathlessley'.<br /><br />Indira Renganathan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/breathlessley-speaking/
