Michaelangelo's Lewd Little Brother
Frequently, my brother speaks
Warmly of MacGregor
His blush is evidence enough,
For though he'd have us think him tough
He's really just a bit of fluff.
My brother, fool and drunken sot,
Rarely ever sober,
His bloom is evidence profound
That, though his constitution's sound,
He hankers for his burial-mound
A death wish is my brother's goal,
E'en his alma mater
He flirts with tankards of ruined rum,
That rot his guts and make him glum
He'd rather criticize than flatter.
My brother likes his toddies hot,
To imitate an ogre
His hide shows evidence of mange
AND HIS PERPLEXION IS LIKE OF STONE
When my brother is dead who will answer the phone?
And who'll pay the bill when we're all turned to clay?
why is it dark at the end of the day?
My brother would rather not say
Why 'kneecap' is spelt with a 'k'
When my brother eats cake who cares for the cat?
Atop a red bus my brother he spies
And gives him a thump with a brace of pork pies
He crosses the jetty and crosses his eyes,
He threads a limp needle and undoes his flies.
| Contributors: | P, Roland, Stacy, TG, KD, The Agent Apsley, ANTHONY PERROS , Loaf, GED. |
| Poem finished: | 6th November 1997. |