MY BROTHER TOM
Started out a breach of birth
Now a Deacon in his church
Beware of every first of month
He will give you pinch and punch
You will have to draw the line
Because he’ll get you every time
Loves to work and loves to play
Till it’s time to hit the hay
All week long he treats and heals
Week-ends find him on 4-wheels
Loves to play with Fooz-ball goalies
While his jukebox plays the oldies
People ask if he’s insane
Parachuting from a plane
Country music brings him joy
‘Cause in his heart, he’s all cowboy
He played drums but not the tuba
And he’s certified at scuba
As a podiatrist, he’s the “Bomb”
Learned it from our Uncle John
The best to keep you on your feet
The nicest guy you’ll ever meet
Loyal patients, loyal staff
Knows what he’s doing at his craft
No patient’s needs too great or small
Will even do a nice house call!
His patients are his biggest fans
Because he gives them free exams
He taught Practice Management
Throughout the country, he was sent
For public speaking, he was meant
People flocked where ‘ere he went
“Setting and Achieving Goals”
Was popular with people polled.
Father, son, and grandpa, too
You’d think he had enough to do
I’m sure you’ve heard he’s quite a runner
He must think there’s nothing funner
When running on a marathon
He can really move along
How he does it, I’m not sure
But he really can endure
Proved he has just what it takes
To ace the run of Western States
To Hawaii, he has gone
And finished the Triathlon
Biking, running, ocean swim
He somehow finished with a grin
He’s a sibling like no other
I’m proud to say he is MY BROTHER