Cousin Kevin
Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2010 2:01 pm
I visited my cousin in the nursing home yesterday and we got talking about the past (as you do) and he told me this little story. It was crying out to be put into verse, and as it's his birthday next Wednesday I thought I would make it a Happy Birthday poem.
Cousin Kevin
Leonie Parker © 2010
Cousin Kevin’s reached the grand old age of eighty-four
and though he’s not as sprightly as he used to be before
there’s still a hint of mischief in the twinkle of his eye
and he’s still got that cheeky grin that always got him by.
Here’s a little story Cousin Kevin told to me
about the day Aunt Hilda had the vicar round for tea.
He tried converting Kevin, but he should have saved his breath
‘cause Cousin Kev was raised by nuns. It’s all been done to death.
“Son, do you love Jesus?” were the first words that he spoke,
and Kevin said “I’m sorry mate, I never met the bloke.”
He told him “Jesus died for you! It’s written in this book”
and Kevin said “I didn’t even know that he was crook.”
That little story made me laugh and in my mind I swear
I heard Aunt Hilda laughing too from somewhere deep in there.
Happy Birthday Kevin and I thank you for the smile
I always seem to wear whenever we chat for a while.
...........
PS .. for those of you who have read the Toolangi anthology already, Cousin Kevin is the Brumby Man.
Cousin Kevin
Leonie Parker © 2010
Cousin Kevin’s reached the grand old age of eighty-four
and though he’s not as sprightly as he used to be before
there’s still a hint of mischief in the twinkle of his eye
and he’s still got that cheeky grin that always got him by.
Here’s a little story Cousin Kevin told to me
about the day Aunt Hilda had the vicar round for tea.
He tried converting Kevin, but he should have saved his breath
‘cause Cousin Kev was raised by nuns. It’s all been done to death.
“Son, do you love Jesus?” were the first words that he spoke,
and Kevin said “I’m sorry mate, I never met the bloke.”
He told him “Jesus died for you! It’s written in this book”
and Kevin said “I didn’t even know that he was crook.”
That little story made me laugh and in my mind I swear
I heard Aunt Hilda laughing too from somewhere deep in there.
Happy Birthday Kevin and I thank you for the smile
I always seem to wear whenever we chat for a while.
...........
PS .. for those of you who have read the Toolangi anthology already, Cousin Kevin is the Brumby Man.