Three brothers share a family sport
A non-stop marathon
The oldest one is fat and short
And trudges slowly on
The middle brother’s tall and slim
And keeps a steady pace
The youngest runs just like the wind
Speeding through the race
“He’s young in years, we let him run,”
The other brothers say
“‘Cause though he’s surely number one,
He’s second, in a way.”
HOW?!
well the poem doesn’t varify his height, but i’m guessing he’s in-between tall and short
and fat/skinny
you’d have to be more specific, how is the youngest brother second in the race?
ps. don’t look it up!
does the youngest move in “seconds?” while the other 2 move in mins/hours/days?
what?!?
is seconds used as a pun?
Its a clock
the fat and short one the hour hand, the tall and slim the minutes, and the fast one the seconds
you’re absolutely right brian, not like robert who was absolutely wrong and not even close.
psh, if i don’t get an assist on that goal then the judges are blind and/or biased
fine, brian is the king of this roddle and you are the queen who helped him get it.
judge is also mean. HOW RUDE!
fine, you are both equally smart.
It’s a clock. I win.
Jason and Brian are smart.