SCENARIO OF A BROTHER.
           (ROBIN)
 
His eyes are like Sapphires,
A deep clear blue,
They’ll  beam and sparkle at you,
Some may say they twinkle with delight.
 
He is playful,
He is joyful,
He can sing, as his name suggests,
His mind is not cluttered,
With groan men’s thoughts,
For he is a Child,
With Boyish thoughts,
And ideas,
 
He hasn’t any fat on his hide,
But then neither have I,
One thing I’ll guarantee,
His shirt,
 
Nearly always hangs out from behind.
And never so more,
Was a nice Man groan.
Than Joys boy.                         

   Written  first 1980