Chris has written poetry for 28 years though he focuses on short fiction. But watch out for the occasional twisted nursery rhyme.
Two Brothers Three
Two brothers, as alike as any sibling pair
Shared the features of their mother
The same sandy blond hair
Two brothers as different as siblings could be
The elder tall, shoulders broad
The younger short and skinny,
Cerebral, athletic, impulsive, reflective,
Alike and unalike were they,
One relaxed, the other, obsessive.
The elder was popular, an all-around star.
Dancing or sporting, light on his feet.
Sought by young ladies near and far.
The younger was intelligent, quick of wit,
Knowledge and insight were his forte.
Academic success his ultimate ticket.
Two brothers were attracted to this one lovely girl
Emerald eyes and wild red hair,
An eye-pleasing mess of unruly curls.
Two brothers who pursued the magnificent belle
Consulted the eldest who at all things excelled
And learned of the fray so joined in as well.
The brothers each made their amorous pitch
To the maiden fair who caused such a glitch
By making a mockery of the brothers three,
For the boy next door
Won the lottery.