His hair is soft and dark
his eyes are like Emeralds
his smile is rare
his laugh is funny
his talk is deep
his arms are covered in oil
his hands are dirty
his run is fast
his walk is casual
his jump is high
his foot prints are big
his promises are kept safe
He is the best
by the way his hands are dirty because he is a mechanic
By Brogan
I think your brother will be proud of this poem.
nice poem
cheers Dougal