Band Aid Brother

My brother from another mother
The cyber house mom is complaining again
She wants us to stop playing, my brother
Maybe staying here is no bargain

The Band-Aids used for art
They make her crazy
She blew a giant fart
Everything got hazy

Paper airplane collages from the roof
Now lay about the lawn
Maybe we should hassle her about her tooth
Set the planes on fire at dawn

Her hormones are all the rage
She screams and shouts
Turn the page
She pouts

Let us build the planes with flash paper
We can arm them with black powder
I detect yet another caper
Flying at the lake, we can make chowder

We will not pay her rent
We shall give her chicken
All our money is spent
Her fingers she will be lickin'

*Written for a challenge within CC&P...It was Sunny's fault.