Ode To My Brother:

This ode is overdue, for he’s surely like no other–He’s my best friend until the end–This has to be my brother: His fashion sense is like butter; he makes it all look good—he sports what he wants–as he always has done—He wears things that no one ever should. My brother is frustratingly athletic- he’s good at ever-blomin’-thing—He’s a killer bowler- he’s a damn good golfer—The only thing he can’t do is sing:Peter and I weren’t exactly the quiet kids, instead we were quite lowdy—Pete cheers for the jazz, they’re his favorite football team–When they win we all get real rowdyI want to take a break to honor Pete for his drinking: he doesn’t get too curled–But he drinks DosXX, his blood smells of cologne—He is the most interesting man in the world: Ladies beWARE he can dance like a muthah—he’s spin you around the dance floor— and even dance like a bruthah My brother has rad friends, they always let me crash—They walk The Loop–They get kicked out of bars—And they should have made my bro keep the stash: Peter’s always down to do cool stuff–he’s such a positive note-smile on his face, he keeps with the pace–And he doesn’t get pissed when I flip the boatI love my brother for many a different reason–he’s cheel, and incredibeel—But I love him the most during Jazz season:Pete and I are two peas in a pod–the strangest you’ve ever seen—we’re nothing alike and EVERYTHING alike—When he’s around it’s always the best it’s ever beeen I’m so proud of brother, sometimes it brings me to tears—he kills it in life–he attains his goals–I want to take him out for beers: I want to thank mom and dad for makin’ him cool to the core—he’s honest-he’s funny—and what you don’t know: He’s an incredible shot with an antique wooden 4:Peter is gifted, he’s good–he’ll take the world in one bound—he’s one of the people I can be myself around And after all’s said and done, there something Pete you need to know—it’s amazing to know someone like you—but it’s an honor to call you my bro:Love you Pete–thanks for being so awesome.