Talented family

My family’s very talented;
I’m certain you’ll agree.
We each possess a special skill,
That anyone can see.

My brother’s good at burying,
His finger up his nose.
My sister’s good at covering,
Her room with dirty clothes.

My father’s good at eating soup,
In big, disgusting slurps.
My mother’s good at cutting loose,
With record-breaking burps.

Our dog is good at piddling,
In the backseat of the car.
The baby’s good at putting,
Pop-Tarts in the VCR.
Myself, I’m good at sleeping late,
And making lots of noise.
And cluttering the living room,
With comic books and toys.

So though we’re very talented,
I’m sad to say it’s true:
We’re only good at doing things,
We’re not supposed to do.