He stands back, admiring his artwork.
It’s finished and ready to view.
My brother has obvious talent
for someone who’s not even two.

He’s used the whole packet of crayons,
the colours are simply divine.
He’s captured his circles and squiggles
in such a creative design.

But Grannie’s not praising my brother.
She doesn’t look happy at all.
If only he’d drawn on the paper
and not on her living room wall.