Linc E. France

(Columbia Falls, Montana, USA)

Dad - Poem by Linc E. France

He started this whole mess,
Whe he met your mom.
Then as we all know-you can guess,
These two fell in love. He became a saint to a lot of folks,
Especially his sons and daughters.
Everybody knew him for his jokes,
His family admired him to no end. Dad was a clown and full of fun.
He tries hard to please us kids.
When he's always on the run.
He does eveything he can, to accept our bids. He was and is mom's favorite,
She always accepts him.
She loves him with all her might.
She always caters to his every whim. Let's all just say Happy Fater's Day,
He's a kind of almighty god.
That's what all of his family say,
Let's give him the happy nod!


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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