Blibber, Blabber, Blubber

Blibber Blabber Blubber

I’ve Got A Brother

And He Tends To Stutter

With a Tongue’s Made Of Rubber

And When He talks

And he talks  a lot

He  Re-re-repeats

His Sy-syllables

And Instead of whole words

He spouts decimals

Half digested ideas

And hesitant responses

When his words will fly free

From the air to the sea

He will finally believe

He can do anything

But until that day

He will stutter away

And to his dismay

We will lack empathy