My brother has a reputation for excessive lingering. I think he has advanced degrees in mooching and malingering.
The black sheep of the family, the brunt of all our jokes, at forty-three he still receives an allowance from our folks.
He ruins family dinners by being loud and brash. His favorite interactions end up in a clash.
Discussing brands of vodka or motor cars or fashions, he’s bound to expound at great length about his latest passions.
His family is his outlet for letting off his steam. His exquisite taste in clothing dissected seam-by-seam.
We get no word in edgewise when conversing with this brother, so when choosing a table mate, I veer toward any other.
There’s one in every family, it’s true right down the line, but if you’ve one you’d like to trade, I’d gladly trade you mine.
Prompt words today are discuss, outlet, malinger, clashes, brash,allowance, exquisite and vodka. (I took this picture but it is not my family. I took it at a town reunion years ago and it is used for illustrative purposes only. I don’t have any brothers, so the guy in the poem is fictional, but you might recognize him anyway.)
I decry the usual definition of beef-witted and hereby expand its definition. I’m presently in South Dakota at my town and school reunion. Plenty of cowboys here and in fact I took this photo a number of years ago on main street at another town reunion.
I think for a week or two that I will remain tucked away within the walls of my own domain. That I made the headlines was flattering, more or less, but the fact that I’ve turned sexy was a misprint, you might guess. Still, so many have indulged their need for jokes at my expense that I have had to seize this means to come to my defense. Though my physical condition is healthy, fit and agile, I find my sense of humor is becoming rather fragile.
It is “sixty” I turned yesterday, not “sexy” as reported. Years have passed since I was so venereally comported. My past generosity in spreading love around I left back in the sixties and since then I have found that piety becomes me, so I’ve trod another path, thus, you’ll understand my embarrassment and wrath at what some find as funny and so I took the action of insisting that the paper issue a retraction.
But the form of their retraction, I must say, I found unkind. The headline I’m not sexy was not what I had in mind.