This is a response to that back stabbing brother of my that had the impertinence to call me a rat for protecting the good name of my pal Jim whose reputation was in peril by all those smooching going on between our renegade brother and "innocent" (?) Bonnie.

Nobody will believe that I have a brother
which is so ungrateful that it make me to cry
in frustration in front of our dear tender Mom
after all I done for that snotty little fithy rat,
which we would have done the world a service
if we had strangled at birth the dirty smelly brat,
but noooo! nooo! PeeWee went to say, “stop!
we need something to beat from it the crap”
so we let live that ill scented snake from Jersey
and it was with much regret and great chagrin.

Now lil’brother is time to tell the good folk of
being ready to commuted to the House of Mad,
cos you are like a crazy raccoon on marijuana
and a New Jersey’s most proud of all skunks,
but sadly I must say, representing our family,
you was the one that make our big Mom to cry,
shame on you lil’brother, cos you at least could,
for appearances sake, take that promised bath,
and I know who will be washing your tonsils
with plenty of green soap for calling me a rat,
you can blame PeeWee and Mean Tall Woman
your elder brother didn’t do it, he is a saint!