And it's a Father's Day poem, untitled,
and it goes: When it's just another day,
and there isn't a chance you'll fall,
you can shrug when they ask his name.
He's just my dad, that's all.
[LAUGHTER]
But when the chips are down and you need a friend with you,
then you're proud to tell the gang, why?
He's my dad, that's who.
[LAUGHTER]
That will be the best or the worst of the poems
I hope depending on one's taste.