THE MISSING LITTLE B(R)OTHER

I met an old friend named Johnny

Who appeared to look quite corny

For he was drowning in a flood of tears

When I met him after all these years.

I asked him what was truly amiss

And he said his little brother he did miss.

On hearing this I was rather surprised

For of his brother I had not been apprised

He said his brother who lived down south

Had not bothered to see him; which was uncouth

I felt sad and asked him what was the problem

And thinking that I could solve them, I asked him.

Though he had passed through many stages

He said his brother he had not seen for ages

I asked him what the problem really was

He said that it was the paunch that he has

I then realized what he was referring to

And told him I had the same problem too

And though I knew I was an only child

And had lived my earlier life really wild

I too was unable to meet my little brother

Until I realized I could see him in the mirror