Old Rivals

Good afternoon readers. This week on the blog, we've been looking at Cats vs Dogs, a theme so divisive it could rival Margaret Thatcher. Personally, I've only ever had cats. I'd like a dog but my girlfriend won't allow it and, to be honest, I'd rather keep the balls I have than 'grow some' bigger ones and have them cut off. For this reason, Cats v Dogs isn't really something that sparked me off this week. I don't have much of a preference- mainly based on the above reason and the fact we already have a cool, fairly easy going cat. 
For me the theme got me thinking about the old cliche- fighting like cats and dogs. As first born, I was the oldest child in the family. I was top dog, top cat, top banana for those that can't pick. It is a perk of being the eldest. Oldest cousin, oldest brother... I got used to winning. Anyway, these days, the age gap is relatively insignificant. He has yet to waste key years of his life, whereas I've done that. He has yet to do the Uni thing but I've done that. That aside, he has pretty much caught me up and as life propels us forwards ever faster, I decided it was appropriate to write a poem on it. 
Obviously, as a big brother, I get to make all the mistakes first. He is going to Uni this September. He took time out, decided on a course and seems to have found something he wants to do, which is a bonus in comparison. £9k a year pissed against a wall you could argue. I'm sure it'll be priceless when he tops all my grades. 
Old Rivals
I remember when we fought like cat and dogWhen you broke my hand as I clobbered your headWhen I broke yours back with a cricket slogFighting most days we would bicker and squabbleThen forget all about it, go off seeking trouble.
Frogs were chased along ditches, we would steal their youngWe’d gather them up and take jars stuffed full homeWhere the soft-glass like marbles would shine on the sideBefore being emptied out, we had nowhere to hide them-Small boys competing though- Who was biggest? Who was quick?Who could catch one using their bare hands? Who dared to touch it?
Then one year, with a fish tank in the outhouse set up ready, We went exploring as a team behind our father’s plotAfter thrashing through brambles, we caught a tadpole- PepsiNamed so as it swam into our plastic bottle topWhat a catch- nothing much first but soon it grew biggerWe nursed it and cherished it, awaiting our frogOnly one day, the fish tank was cleaned by our motherTap water plus a tadpole equals one lifeless blob.
How I miss those days, how I miss making a fool of youThe job of big brother was to drag you alongWhilst you whinged and you whined like a soft little puppyThough not Andrex, for back then you were soft but not strong.
There are big brother codes you see, ways to win argumentsPerfected through time to stay ahead of young onesAnd for years I could beat you, I’d be tops at whateverBiggest tadpole, fastest climber, then eventually none-You grew up, could compete and then started to beat meI never thought that would happen- I soon found I’d been wrong.
All those years, all those races, all those five year gap thrashingsAll the comebacks, all the nearly times, all that lending a handThey’re behind you, little brother and you’re something unthinkable  Almost enviable, you've grown tall and become your own man.
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 Thanks for reading,
Shaun.