Kid Brother

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.

Tich Ennis

3rd May, 2017

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