Our Fathers

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Our fathers who art on Earth

Varied be thy names: Pa, Paw, Papa, Pops,

Da, Dad, Daddy, Daddy-o, Old Man, Sir

Thy day has come

Therefore thy will shall be done at home as at thine office

We’ll cook thee today thine daily burnt toast

And give thee cheap socks and ties

As we give thee each and every Christmas

And thy will kiss us

And lead us to believe that thy love it

But deliver it to the back of thine sock drawers and closets

For, whether deadbeat, hands on, pushover, strict, wealthy, pauper,

CEO or stay-at-home

Thy art our kings

With the power

To change light-bulbs

Making thee forever more than mere men

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4 Comments

Deeleea

said:

That's funny... nicely appropriated Red!!

I wonder why Oz and NZ don't celebrate Fathers' Day until September!

June 16, 2008 2:13 AM

Aunty Helpful Dictator said:

I like it. My father spurned us by committing to a golf competition and being unavailable for the day - much to the chagrin of my mother, for some reason.

I think my brother, who is going to be father himself in about a month, forgot about the whole thing.

June 16, 2008 6:38 PM

SilverSabre said:

I gave my dad a phone call....I hope I didnt overdo it...don't want to get him used to all the attention and lavishness you know....

But i think the fact that the call was at 16:30 did alot to alleviate the possibility.

June 17, 2008 12:55 PM

Marco said:

*hehehe*

I got wished a happy father's day from a friend in America...although as someone already pointed out, we don't celebrate it until Sept.

I am looking forward to my full English breakfast followed by a day of being served on.... and then of course I wake up to reality...

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