My kid brother on his way to sainthood.
Was he ever anything but good?
I say hold my coat, he says he doesn’t want me to lose the use of my arms.
He has his charms.
I say get me coffee, he won’t be my flunkey.
A performing monkey.
In west Cork donkey is pronounced dunkey.
George gives things away all the time, is that a crime?
Are kid brothers put on Earth to do things for us?
He is as dependable as the local bus.
I can depend on him to talk.
He meets friendly people on a walk.
3rd May, 2017