There, Their, They're

Here are three brothers,
And all are strapping boys.
Each are given a strong purpose,
And this poem will show their joys.

Some people call them homophones,
Now isn't that a silly name?
Others call them heterographs,
Either way, it's not a shame.

Their names are There, Their and They're,
The brothers all sound alike.
But each are very different,
As different as Mike and Ike!

There likes to point at things,
And say "over there!"
He also likes to count for his brothers,
"There are three apples here!"

Their likes to say what's yours,
Or the things that you have done.
"Someone left their apples here,
Now sharing them would be fun!"

They're is the tallest brother,
His real name is They Are.
But everyone shortens his name like this:
"They're the juiciest apples by far!"

All three brothers are at their happiest,
When their names are used just right.
Remember this when you write your words,
No ifs, or buts or might!

The brothers are here for a reason,
To make your writing great.
Without them it's just mediocre,
They decide your literary fate.

So please don't take this poem,
Entirely the incorrect way.
I'd tell you about the brothers personally,
But you can't abide a helping hand today.