Theirs a smash of a plate,
My brother is swearing.
I glance at the tv,
And it is angrily blearing.
He's 'sweating fifa',
But is that for the best?
He's being very loud,
In general a pest.
When he's losing badly,
It's best to keep away.
When he's winning marginally,
You're going to get your way.
The tv's gone for hours,
Along with my brother.
The only thing that'll stop him?
A frown from my mother.
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