I have a wonderous father, we mostly call him Dad.
He's often made me laugh and learn; less often made me sad.
He doesn't quite laugh oft' enough as once he did, by golly.
He's at his best when full of jest, immersed in pure folly.
He lives by his example, as great men always do;
inspiring is his leadership, integrity and true.
He taught me to kick soccer balls, for that I'm always glad.
No wonder then I love him, 'coz he's my mighty dad.
I also have a mother; to most of us she's 'Mum'.
She's mostly very positive, and rarely very glum.
Her nature is most caring; she used to be a nurse,
plus her maternal instinct just makes her passion worse.
She tolerates my foolishness; my faults she'll always pardon.
She get's upset by the family pet, when he destroys her garden.
She's stitched my bleedin' noggin, and pulled splinters from my bum.
It's no surprise I love her: 'cause she's my wonderous mum.
I have an older sister. We usually call her Cath.
She hated certain parts of school; especially learning Math.
But when a topic interests her, she really gets in to it.
At times she's like a Nike` ad: No time for talk; just do it!
Cath is like good wine, 'coz she gets better with each year.
(Which is quite an apt analogy from a bloke that won't drink beer.)
She's always been there for me, despite my pointless quibbling.
She's special and I love her, 'coz she's my only older sibling.
I only have one brother, but he's my bro, and how!
He once was known as Malcolm, but these days he's known as Mal.
At times we'd spare, and throw a few; we're mostly synergistic,
and now he lives way off in Broome; the span, a tough logistic.
He loves a good adventure. He'll investigate most stuff.
He dances like an artist; expressive, bold, and rough.
He's always been a special bloke; to me he's like no other.
No guessing then that I love Mal; I love him like a brother.
I have a younger sister. these days she's known as Jen.
We used to call her Jenni, in the days of way back when.
I don't quite see enough of her these days, but that can change.
(Though we live close we don't cross paths. To me it's sad and strange.)
As a ballet work-a-holic she sure dances up a storm.
Her personality is kind and helpful, fun and warm.
She moonlights two or three jobs now. It's pretty clear I've missed her.
I have a special love for her; my only younger sister.
There also is a canine pet; guests think he's cute and cuddly.
This waggly tail and cheeky face, goes by the name of Dudley.
But Dudley is a vandal!; that wretched mongrel pup!
He bites and chews the ornaments, and tears mum's garden up.
He's chewed through several hoses, and damaged mum's old sittee.
He's destroyed much of mum's flowers, and he makes the lawn all fertilised.
But Cath and Dad keep training him, and love him all the while.
Despite his naughty habits, I still love his doggy style.
