It wasn’t as fast as an Aston Martin, or explosive as shooting a gun, but this years experience day, just like the others, was an adrenaline rush, despite its lacksidasical pace.
David is now 21, which means should we return to America, he can now sample the alcoholic beverages with me – how delightful!
Having held a driving licence for over 6 years, yesterday was the day, the day where I not only stepped foot into one of my all time favourite cars, but I actually managed to drive it!
It was always going to be a hard task to finish off the last four letters of the alphabet, however thankfully my brother has built a wind turbine – which of course begins with ‘W’!
Thankfully all the people in my family have names beginning with different letters, meaning that I have a good quota used up b writing a post about them. Therefore ‘D’ is all about my little bro.
David David for today is the day, Nineteen years ago my parents did say, Jonathan we have someone else to join us from now on, A little boy, a brother, a son. For today is your birthday – nineteen years ago, So I have written a little poem – I thought you should know. Over six feet tall you are bigger than me, With feet over size 12 – they should belong to a yeti. For this very reason your birthday present would not fit, However do not fret as I have you another little gift. I take my virtual hat off to you as you have not turned sad, By remaining at home for another year with your parents, and not yet gone mad! So from this little boy that followed me around, You have grown into this big brother whom speaks his mind aloud. That is not a bad thing as you have a heart of pure gold, Something that you will have until you are 120 years old. This is the fifth stanza whereas others have only had four, But don’t tell our darling sister as she will want more. Your poem is longer because you are older and comic timing is candid I understand you more – apart from your obsession with Manchester United. Ive run out of things to say and you want to sit on the sofa, Is it to watch the lamp that is made out of lava? So with that I shall write this the penultimate line, Of your nineteenth birthday rhyme.