He’s a pasta kinda boy
Italian noodles to him are a joy

He has hair like a chinchilla
His fave food is pudding, (not vanilla)

His life revolves around music
He likes his rock hard, like a brick.

We share the same music tastes
We live close to the same place

In fact he’s just down the hall
He wears his jackets early fall

I’m pretty sure he’s four eleven
Six years ago he was only seven

I’ve been around him 13 years
If I screw up he’s sure to jeer

I met him through blood relations
He dreams of dino’s and space stations.

Casey is my brother
That’s one down, I have another.