My Papa liked to give us gifts,
He liked to make our spirits lift,
And with those gifts, he tried real hard
To pair with them a fitting card!
I’m not quite sure how it began
I don’t think that he had a plan,
Perhaps he just mistook the year,
And as no store was very near,
The card he’d bought would have to do,
He’d merely change the ‘One’ to ‘Two’!
A stroke of pen and he was done,
A birthday card for little one,
And those around, they snickered loud.
That made him really (really) proud
Of his new wise resourcefulness,
That offered him unique egress.
But after that, whenever he
Was giv’n the opportunity,
To buy a card for something fun,
Like ‘Birthday’, ‘Christmas’, ‘Miss you,
Son’,
Deliberately incorrect,
With felt pen, he would interject,
And scrawl across, in letters, fine,
The correct info, line-by-line,
The rest of us when we would see,
Would praise his ingenuity.
The special days can come and go,
But what'd really make hearts glow,
Those precious cards, (by Dad) so new,
I just wish I had saved a few…
Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,
With
POETRY, we all besought,
To
try to make the week begin
With
pleasant thoughts…
Perhaps
a grin?
Have
crafted poems for you to see.
And
now you’ve read what we have wrought…
Did
we help?
Or
did we not?
Next week from Spikes's Best Mate, we'll try
To knock a topic in the eye.
So join us here and you will see,
Festive Traditions, it will be!
