A Father's Day Poem Poem by fanniesson -

The new pups pee all over the house.
I would've bet anything, by now they'd be sold,
and I'd be well on my way to stage two
of this venture.
Using cash from the sales of them to acquiring
at least two more full-grown females,
and having my champion male knock them up,
tripling my investment easily
within a few months, and.

The wife laughs, as she hands me a spray can of
deodorizer disinfectant, and a roll of paper towels,
and wonders out loud, if I remember?

The kiddie ride attached on top a fifty-three Chevy truck
I bought?
My first get rich quick scheme and that gangster's kid
on Bath Avenue that got hurt on it, and the insurance
I should've had but didn't to cover such accidents
and how my old man,

‘now this is what makes this a Father's Day poem'.

Had to call in all types of favors he had earned over
his lifetime from the pigeon racing club he was a member of
so that I didn't get that visit in the middle of the night
from two guys with baseball bats.

God bless you pops.
You were always there for me. 'One in a million'.
Maybe I should've when with pigeons.