Bobby

A poem to Bobby

Bobby, Bobby, brother of mine
So many years I have heard you wine
About the times I beat you up
When you were just a small young pup

But then one day you grew very tall
I never knew how far I'd fall
I paid my dues for every hit
I likely deserved only a little bit

So tall and handsome
The girls think you are
You're just a great big Superstar

The red-blonde hair
And blue-grey eyes
You're competition to all the guys

You "do" your hair
And dress real well
I think you're gay
But I'll never tell

You're Mom's pride and joy
You're Dad's biggest hope
As your sister I think
You're just a dope

My poem must end
For now it is time
To suffer at your hands
The worst ridicule of all time

Happy birthday Sally!