My Dad was not too musical and he had little interest in poetry, but this thing was so dumb, he just loved it. Anytime the word poetry came up, he'd recite this one as though it were some great classic. He knew two poems, this one, and for reasons known only to him, "The Face on the Barroom Floor."

As a kid, this type of thing was one helluva an embarassment when you're an A student and your friends are staring at your Dad. Now, I embarass my own kids with the same silliness and wish the Ol' Man was here to enjoy what his son finally learned.

Spaw