Cousin Joey

Now theres a lot of Joeys in my family tree, but the one I used to hang out with was around the very same age as me, I enjoyed his company immensely because he was so funny, being the first poet in the entire family, saying things that didn't make a lot of sense, but I couldn't help but laugh nonetheless, hearing rhymes like, "cause I'm the boss of applesauce, understand, rubberband?," and "peanut butter and jelly, and a punch in the belly!" He probably learned his rhymes from my aunt playing the same tune over and over, which was "I'm a little teapot short and stout, here is my handle, here is my spout!" When I think of it the way he used to make faces and walk reminded me of a very young George Carlin in a way, walking around like he was mimicking someone who had a problem with his britches, always having us laugh at him and leaving us in stitches... Anyhow, sad to say do not hear from cousin Joey anymore, we both grew older I got married and moved away, but I'll always have fond memories of my cousin Joey and how we used to laugh and play.