My Dad was a gentleman fond of his beers
This little habit brought Mother to tears
On special occasions she dreaded with fear
His celebrations with friends far and near
Out came his guitar a battered old thing
Everyone toasted as Daddy would sing
They joined in loudly 'til Dad would bring
A hot tray of nice chicken wings
What fun they all had at those sing-a-long times
They sang until morning and heard the clock's chime
Then Dad and his guitar in bed they would climb
To Mom's long lectures on "To drink is a crime!"
Note:
Happy Father's Dad!
My Dad joined an AA organization. He held his
sobriety for over 35 yrs. until the day he died.
Mother & I was very proud of him, as he went on
to become a counsellor to many youths who had
fallen into the bad habit of drinking, as he did.
R.I.P. My beloved Daddy, still miss you!
