Sights, sounds, smells, taste, and touch
It’s funny the things that cause the memories to arise
When all of a sudden memory of my sister flood back
It’s Cilla Black, Port and Lemon and Devon Skies
Sights, sounds, smells, taste, and touch
It’s funny the things that cause the memories to arise
When all of a sudden memory of my sister flood back
It’s Cilla Black, Port and Lemon and Devon Skies
Sights, sounds, smells, taste, and touch
It’s funny the things
that cause the memories to arise
When all of a sudden
memory of my sister flood back
It’s Cilla Black, Port
and Lemon and Devon Skies
My brother Johnny is gay
Of that there is no
doubt
Regrettably he’s in
the closet
And isn’t going to
come out
But he’s not just in
the closet
Johnny is way back in
there
In fact he’s so far
back
He’s practically in
Narnia
My brothers spend all of their time
Floating out at sea on
aquatic toys
They float from dawn until
dusk
But I suppose boys
will be buoys
My brother is a pessimist
With all his
nay-saying
And a glass half full
guy
With his
catastrophising
When I got home from work
My brother came into
view
He was laying on the
doorstep
When we were kids in the autumn
My brother would hide
from view
Beneath a pile of
fresh fallen leaves
My sister Ellen
Married beneath her
But then she is
Six feet tall to be
fare
John is a very unlucky lover
Unlike James, his twin
brother
As John always misses
the kisses
While James kisses the
misses
My brother and I are chalk and cheese
As hard as I try we just don’t fit
i.e. when he’s drunk and sees a street sign
He has an urge to relieve himself on it
My younger sister has some habits
That expose her to
certain dangers
One of which is her
innate ability
To annoy complete
strangers
I was raised as an only child
By my father and
mother
Which really pissed
off
My sister and my brother
Vesuvius is what
We called my sister
Grace
It was because of all
the
Eruptions on her face
Sights, sounds, smells, taste and touch
It’s funny the things
that cause the memories to arise
When all of a sudden
memories of my Brother flood back
It’s Barry White, Wine
gums and Apple Pies
My sister is very thin
In fact, she’s a stick
insect
Straight up and down
Viewed from any aspect
If she didn’t wear glasses
Before embracing
No one would know
Which way she was
facing
My brother, who is a BS talker,
Claims
to have a stalker
My
wife said it was difficult to see
As
his trouser were too baggy
But
I wasn’t too upset though
Because
his little face lit up
And
his eyes were all aglow