MOM'S BABY BROTHER #4

I WROTE THIS POEM FOR MY BABY THE LAST BORN CHILD.



MOM'S BABY, THE LAST CHILD, BROTHER NUMBER....4.
BRAWNIER AND TALLER THAN THE REST, THAT'S FOR SURE.
BROAD AT THE CHEST AND SLIM AT THE HIP.
WASN'T ANYONE IN TOWN GONNS GIVE YOU ANY LIP.
NEVER BACKED DOWN FROM A FIGHT OR TWO,
DAD AND I HAD SOME ANXIOUS MOMENTS OVER YOU.
SLICED YOUR ARM ON A PLATE GLASS WINDOW SO TO THE ER WE RUSHED.
THE BROTHERS LOCKED YOU OUT SO THROUGH THE WINDOW YU PUSHED.
FOOTBALL SEASON WAS HARDEST FOR MOM TO BEAR.
20 GUYS SLAMMING YOU TO THE GROUND, BUT YOU DID NOT CARE.
DROPPED A LIZARD ON YOUR MOM IN THE NIGHT
SHE SLUNG IT ACROSS THE ROOM IN A TERRIBLE FRIGHT.
TOOK A PRAIRIE KING SNAKE IN FOR A PET NO LESS.
UNTIL MOM FOUND IT IN THE CLOSET CURLED UP ON HER BEST DRESS.
AS A YOUNG MAN YOU GREW STRAIGHT AND TALL.
UNITED, THE 44 BROTHERS MOTTO, ALL FOR AND ONE FOR ALL.
YOU COULD NOT BE DEFEATED BY THE WORLDS PLANS,
AT LAST THE BABY OF THE FAMILY BECAME A MAN.
AND NOW HE TAKES CARE OF DEAR OLD MOM.
MOWS AND WEEDEATS AND KEEPS HER CALM.
YES, BIG BRIAN IS A SIGHT T BEHOLD.
THIS YEAR MOM'S BEABY, BROTHER NUMBER 4 IS 32 YEARS OLD.