My brother got mad at my dad,
And decided to become an ascetic--
If you ask me, it was rather sad,
Because his efforts were pathetic.
He locked himself up in his room,
And said he was a hermit.
He put on the fiercest face of gloom,
And sacrificed his driving permit
To some gargoyle miniature figurine,
But the fire was synthetic.
The bright side is that he wasn't seen
While he was so frenetic.
And all he ate was lima beans,
Until stopped by the family medic.
Sooner or later he had to stop though,
And stop it did...when Dad made tacos.
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