Not in
Brazil, down-under and Thailand
But,
within US and across Bimshire land;
Father's
Day, is the third Sunday in June;
To fathers,
men in mines of Monongah;
This day is yours and you are held in awe;
This day is yours and you are held in awe;
Your helping
hands, build family fortunes;
Whether
a Jew, a Muslin or Christian;
Long
before the Watergate drowned Nixon,
He gave,
Fathers' Day its true holiday.
Fathers
and you so-call-fathers alike!
Kids
need, their dads so don't you take a hike;
Would green-ear
men make good dads at eighteen?
Great
dads bring feathers to household pillars;
Great
dads bring smiles to family dinners;
You deadbeat fathers and in between;
Every
single child needs a good father,
And
wifely mother who enjoys laughter;
Fathers here and there "Happy Father's Day".
© Paterika Hengreaves
June 16, 2011/St James, Barbados
I enjoyed reading your latest. What a wonderful Consort dear Phillip has been. I met him in 1977 in Fiji. Wonderful man.
ReplyDeleteKeep the poems rolling. Bob