Happy Father's Day, Mon Général! Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

On this day I shall honour my Dad
who made me and my siblings quite mad,
though this happened back then
and today we are men
who can only be thoughtful and sad.

He has gone to his place in the sky,
where he, doubtless, still wears that silk tie.
We shall toast you this noon
and I'll eat with A SPOON
two large pieces of blueberrypie.

Perhaps you are tempted to spank
but today is the day to be frank.
Well, we took a deep breath
when you left. And in death
even generals give up their rank.