BELLY, BELLY

Dad had many sayings:
By George!
By Jove!
Great Scott!
and
No matter what you think,
There is a lid for every pot!

But we knew we’d really boiled
His patience into jelly
When with wide eyes he whispered,
By Roosevelt’s horse’s belly!

We don’t know where it came from
We don’t know what it meant
Except it was time for our
Misbehaving to relent.

T.R., I bet, would dig the line
Most likely, too, his horse.
His horse’s belly would think it
Poetry, of course

Even better than the classic
One-worder of Ted’s, “Bully!”,
Its cousin, Dad’s much longer fave,
“By Roosevelt’s horse’s belly!”

IRISH? BULLY! #teddyroosevelt #presidentsweek #louholtz #notredame #collage #goirish

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LUCKY DAD

I know my Dad just loves
to put my toys away
because I see him do it
at the end of every day.

I can’t think why he’d do it
If he wasn’t having fun
Bending down and picking up
every ball block car doll clay clock truck bike book bell and drum
under the sun.

Yes, I’m sure there’s nothing better
For dear old dad each night
Than to find and file and shelve
Every last plaything left in sight.

DOGPILE OF FUN - One peak in the mountain chain of Dad's nightly handiwork, that lucky dog. (Photo: PaC)

DOGPILE OF FUN – One peak in the mountain chain of Dad’s nightly handiwork, that lucky dog. (Photo: PaC)