Happy Birthday Tubman!

It's Dad's birthday, and yes, I woke him today at 7:15 to remind him of it, so I wrote a poem in honor of the old man...

Happy Birthday to Scott,

A lazy soul he is not...(usually)

This is a tale, of my father named Scott,

Who once prevented Cash from being shot, (which I cursed him for)

A great father is he, in my mind he's the best,

Here's a little about him, so read the rest.

All morning he spends in his tub so he can soak,

(When I visit, he's always good for a joke),

With a book held 2 inches from his face,

Let's hope he can still read it, if not, then what a disgrace.

"Are you alive?" he'd say to me each day before school,

When I was younger, I thought of him as such a fool.

Now he stands as a fixture of strength,

Even while hanging upside down, to increase his length.

At the temple he spends a day here and there,

While at home Mom spends every dime he'll share.

We appreciate all his wisdom and glory,

While growing up, he was always there with a bedtime story. (a long leggedy time ago)

For many more years together, I hope Dad will spend,

With many more laughs, and puppies to tend, (thanks to Mom)

I love my Dad, he's a great man indeed,

"Now get off the couch, and go pull some weeds!" (says Mom)

--Jeff

(poeticus incredible-icus)