A MAN OF MANY TALENTS
A man of many talents is this dad of ours,
He like to work on tapestry for longs hours,
Other arty, crafty things he also likes to do
Then sit with a Jamison’s when day is through.

He loves to dig in his allotment many things to grow,
It is neat and tidy, everything in a straight row.
The golf course is another rather favourite haunt
We wonder if a hole in one, one day he’ll flaunt?

Look at him playing snooker, eyeing each shot,
How many times will the black he try to pot?
See each graceful movement, leg up high
As he stretches, if he misses there is a sigh.

But all these things our busy dad always does,
He always has time for family, each one of us,
So as we gather round together on this day of days,
Know that we love you, and keep busy always.

M Ann Margetson © July 11, 2001