To eat the same but stay a stick.
Uncle Gill’s not known for talking,
Busy with his bear out walking.
Auntie Sue, you can’t ignore her,
Twice the height of my Mum Nora.
Then there’s Dad, he loves his wife,
Kisses every well-aimed knife.
Cousin Colin’s fits of rage
Means he lives inside a cage.
Midge the monkey wears a Fez
And does whatever Colin sez.
So when I can, like brother Frank,
I’ll run away and join the bank!
Poem ©2014 George Kirk
Illustration: © Sam Zuppardi