On Father's Day

There once was a man from the American west,
Who married a woman and built a large nest.
Three children they had when they moved far away,
To Africa, where for a while they'd stay.

Soon came four to add to the bunch,
then followed the fifth without even a hunch.
The woman birthed five and that seemed like so many,
so twas his turn to have something he said 's called a vasectomy.

This man had one son who would follow behind,
along with four daughters joining into the line.
He taught them about cars, wood, tools and such
how to drive big brown cars and shift with a clutch.

As early as 3 his kids learned not to scare
while walking backwards off cliffs - feeling quite bare.
On a regular basis he'd pack up the car
and take them on adventures that were often quite far.

He let them be kids and helped them get dirty
taught them to read and be kind of nerdy.
He showed how to love people from all kinds of places
to see without colour and not judge by their races.

As the children grew up he took each to a place
around the world to see a familiar face.
But what was that rumor I heard 'bout the last,
that she never got her trip and wants one real fast?

When the children grew up he and his wife moved to Ealing,
Where the weather is cold and you often loose feeling.
He still sees his kids several times every year
They're important to him and this he's made clear.

This man that I talk of, I call him my Dad
He is very soft tempered and rarely gets mad -
Except for that time when he got ripped off on mangoes
and broke the kitchen cupboard with only his toes.

The only other time I remember in life
was putting up sheet rock which caused lots of strife.
A bad word came out and my mother did gawk
but he explained there are times when it's appropriate talk.

My dad's awfully smart and knows lots of stuff
He can do one handed pull ups and is still pretty buff.
We play lots of games and he's often got me beat,
but when it comes to boggle we all know that he cheats :)

My dad's got blond hair, blue eyes and fair skin
from the outside you may wonder if we really are kin.
But inside my dad and I are fairly the same,
he taught me to love people and be slow to inflict shame.

My dad's always tried to give all that he's got,
to help others who may not have an awful lot.
He taught me about sacrifice and humility as well,
showed me by example and picked me up when I fell.

I'm grateful for a dad whose taught me so much
Who's helped me and pushed me to be better and such.
I'm glad I can count on him being around,
He's simple the best that could ever be found.


In honor of you and to say thanks for what you've done
your children decided to buy you something fun.
Unfortunately this item only rhymes with one word
that's inappropriate at best and is hard to be heard.
But in the spirit of rhyming and to keep up the pace,
I'll cut to the chase and forget about saving face.
The item we'll give you rhymes with the word "crotch"
its a nifty little gadget, tells time -- It's a Watch!

When you visit your youngest down south in the "Noog"
She'll take you to find the one that accentuates your "Groove".

Thanks for all your love throughout the years! We LOVE you dad!!!