An Attentive Brother

I saw them in the city park
The dad was chatting on nearby;
Her brother got her going, then
He saw her eyes begin to fly

And when she curved around he clapped,
And helped her stop, and start again;
For sometimes it's the boys we need
Instead of those we might call


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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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