Ode to my pappy (actually Father, or dad...I never call him pappy)
He's been there since my first day
He was always there to pay
He taught me how to play ball,
So today I gave him a call
I won him over with my smile,
Sometimes he had to clean up bile (ha ha that's gross)
As a father he is great,
Recently he's lost a lot of weight,
So to my dad I say thanks,
For all the love and all the spanks
For all the talks and all the laughs,
Thanks for not making me do crafts.
Well dad, I may not be Edgar Allen Poe, but here's my way of saying I love you...
Cheers all,
Jer
posted by Jerthom at 6:15 PM
3 Comments:
I don't know.
Edgar Allan Poe.
He wrote horror for a while.
But never cleaned up bile (as far as I know).
But you fancy yourself a poet.
I know that your feet show it.
Just check out the previous post.
That's something you can boast.
So thanks for the paean of praise.
You were an easy son to raise.
A son is what makes a father.
And that is why we bother.
So thanks for the poem son.
It gave me a good laugh.
And I love you too.
Now go take a bath.
Dad
Rena said
All I can say is that you two are two peas in a pod. Like father, like son.
Love you both
Mom (Rena)
Jeremy, your family is so cute! It's good to hear from you and good to hear you are doing well also. Your feet pictures made me giggle for a good 15 seconds. On the subject of fathers and father figures, I leave you with a Jack Handy quote:
For a while there, instead of calling Grandpa "Grandpa," I stared calling him "Grandpappy." But he didn't like that, and asked me to go back to Grandpa. So I did, but I changed it a little. I put an "e" in instead of an "a," so it became "Grendpa." At first he didn't notice, but then he said, "What did you call me?" "Grandpa," I said. But then I went back to calling him Grendpa. Finally he just said to go ahead and call him Grandpappy, which I did, only I changed it a little bit to "Grendpeppy."
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