National Poetry Day

[dizzojay]

To celebrate national poetry day, I've been rummaging through my fanfiction collection, and here's a little ode I wrote on behalf of Bobby a few years ago ...

Bobby reflects on his extended family



My name is Robert Singer

But Bobby's what I like

I run the Singer Salvage yard

I'll scrap ya car or bike

x

I also have another job

That doesn't pay the bills

I hunt the creatures in the night

The things that stalk and kill

x

That job, of course, it's dangerous

It's punishing and dark

It twists the soul and breaks the man

And leaves a stone cold heart

x

But even then it's not all bad

See, I found myself some help

Two young brothers, Sam and Dean

I've known since they were whelps

x

Sam's a great long lanky drink,

With a brain inside his skull

Always thinking, working hard

A caring, thoughtful soul

x

Dean's a fighter, smart and strong

And loyal to a fault

With desire to protect and love

that's deeper than Hell's vault

x

So they's my boys and yeah, they're mine

Although they're not my blood

They showed this old drunk how to care

…

They taught me how to love

xxxxx

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