My Bruvver, Tim

Tim was my first playmate,
He had such good ideas.
He let me share his books and toys,
Mopped up my baby tears... aaah!

But then we got a bit older and he CHANGED!

No longer could I use his toys!
"Go play with your dolls," he growled.
" And leave my Star Wars figures alone!"
No wonder I raged and howled!

Then one wet day he said:
"Okay, Jen, I'll play with you today.
"How about a brand new hairstyle
"That's cut in a different way?"

I really felt... "ummm, well... cool",
As my locks fell on the floor,
Until we heard a dreadful scream
When mum peered round the door!

"Tim! Jennie! What is going on!
"Poor Jennie! Your lovely hair!"
I wondered why both mum and dad
Seemed to be in such despair!

But soon my hair grew long again
And memories grew dim.
'Cos I knew my bruvver would be there for me
If ever I needed him.

Sometimes we had a bit of a scrap.
I could get really annoyed with him.
But when he had gone across the world,
I missed my bruvver, Tim.

And now I've got a sister-in-law
'Cos Janine has become his bride.
Perhaps one day I'll be Auntie Jen,
And my heart will be filled with pride!

I'll tell the sproglet such stories
Of when its daddy and I were young.
I'll get my own back - don't you fret
On my bruvver for wot 'e done!

Jennie Horwood,
Tim's sister and bridesmaid.