The Booting Brother

Here's my entry for Simply Snickers ’ May 11th prompt (“boot,” “bid” and “blame”) and Sunday Scribblings' "family" prompt.

The Booting Brother
A Poetic Remembrance of Sibling Regurgitation

My baby brother’s sense of smell
Is more than anyone can tell.
He takes a whiff and groans, “Oh, swell!”
And bids his latest meal “Farewell.”

The scent of bacon, frying fast
Can be enough to flabbergast
And set him booting at full blast,
While all of us stand by, aghast.

Our grandma’s brownies make him retch;
They make his diaphragm reflex.
I gag and run for the homestretch,
As Mom jumps up, a pail to fetch.

We load the car for weekend fun
And head for regions in the sun,
Until my brother comes undone
And tosses cookies, hit-and-run.

“The dog’s bad breath just made me sick!”
Sure, blame the pet for your gut-kick.
Of course, we don’t mean to nitpick,
But isn’t that a dirty trick?

We hope he’ll leave this all behind,
But if he doesn’t, never mind.
I’d never mean to be unkind:
My brother’s guts might just unwind!

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