Poetry by Dad

Beans, beans
A musical fruit
The more you eat
The more you toot
The more you toot
The better you feel
So, I eat beans for every meal

When you're with your honey
And her nose is runny
You may think it's funny
But it'(s)not

Author's Note:
This isn’t my work, but it was my first taste of rhyme, humor, and the kind of laughter that sticks with you. I don’t know if these poems were his, or just ones he made his own. Either way, they became part of him...and part of me.

My dad was a card. He could make me laugh and groan at the same time, often in the same breath.

For my tribute to him this year, head over to Dather’s Fay. I wrote it to try and capture a sliver of his silly, unforgettable spirit.

For more about the man behind these lines and the poems that raised me, subscribers can read A Father’s Gifts. — Liora
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