Monday, 13 June 2011
MY BROTHER
WE GREW UP IN A HOUSE OF FIVE
SOMETIMES IT WAS LIKE A HIVE
BUSY, NOISY, BUZZING AROUND,
NO WHERE COULD PEACE BE FOUND
FRIENDS OF US ALL EVERYWHERE
IT’S NO WONDER MUM HAD ANY HAIR
SUCH DIFFERENT MOODS
SUCH DIFFERENT SOUNDS
PUNK WAS PETE, ANDY ROCK… AND ROLL ME,
CASSIDY, BYGRAVES TOO
THE HOUSE WAS LIKE A BLOODY ZOO
ONE I RECALL AMONGST THEM ALL
THE TIME I STABBED YOU IN THE LOO
WHY’S THAT SPECIAL YOU MAY SAY ?
IT’S BECAUSE THE DOOR WAS IN THE WAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BROTHER, FIFTY TODAY
A MILESTONE IN AGE
SO PROUD OF YOU THIS DAY
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