Below is a silly poem I wrote called "Matthew McConaughey's Older Brother":
Matthew McConaughey has three brothers,
The oldest one is named Carruthers.
Pale and plain with a balding pate,
Patient with Matt when he shows up late.
He wears a t-shirt on the beach,
Six-pack abs are out of reach.
Matt plays bongos in the nude,
Drinks his beer, calls everyone "dude".
Tan and smiling, there is Matt.
Who's that hiding in the baseball hat?
In the background stands Carruthers,
The flabbiest of the McConaughey brothers.
An accountant by day with a quiet wife,
He lives an ordinary life.
No fan sites, no starring roles;
On Tuesday nights, he likes to bowl.