- Published on Wednesday, 06 November 2013 00:05
- Written by Bob Simon
Some writers of lighter poetic fare describe their wares as “occasional verse” – a double because their periodic writings are rendered on special occasions. Other wandering minstrels thought of that line first, so I just describe what I do as “outrageous light verse.”
Yet I am equally guilty of presenting most of my efforts at significant events, usually family weddings. Sometimes my stand-up moments have even been command performances, as in, “Dad, you are going to recite a poem, aren’t you?” Such was the case when I toasted our first grandchild, Jake, at his wedding a few years ago.
You owe me, Big Time, Mr. Jake!
At least that’s my initial take
I’ve sent so many skills your way
So many traits, such DNA!
I gave you wit and smart retorts
We dance with grace, excel in
We go through life without
We’re both so doggone debonair
A winning pair for me and thee:
Good looks and fetching modesty
Also from me, it’s no rumor
Perspicacity and humor
Whence cometh all your savoir
Put ’er there, Grandson, put
More winning ways, passed
through your mom
Composure and aloof aplomb
But what about your dad? you say
No shining role for him to play?
Well, he blessed you with hearth
But more? Just one Y chromosome!
Never mind the clothes you’re
Where’d you get your regal
I jest a little – here and there
Yet we share much for which
We’ve set our aspirations high
As both of us reach for the sky
Yes, all in all, from what
You carry no recessive gene
As for the debt I said you owe
On second thought, that isn’t so
The scales are balanced, are
You’ve given as good as you got
We’re just as even as can be
You made a grandfather of me