Hooray First of May

Hooray! First of May! We knew it was coming, a ritual Dad Performed once-a-year, still I always sensed the moment, when we Were a captive audience, he would Strike! the air would fairly Çrackle! Me, my brother & sister would stiffen In preparation to cringe! acting cool, While our minds were clawing at the Car windows (a favorite spot for him to drop-it) Mom would blush and feign shock, While slinging a "soldier boy" (he was) Glance his way, eye contact Accomplished... Ones thoughts would wander, shiver & Shudder! "Hooray! first of May! outdoor sex begins Today!" The routine changed in timbre & timing As years moved on, but Dad's spirit never Wavered...gallant and brave, a true Gentleman, pirate-to-the-core! I'll place my daily-am phone call to Mom After inking this poem, she'll be expecting It, I won't let her down! a toast to the Greatest camp-master I ever knew! Mom'll still laugh a bit! & we'll recount Dad's bold & brazen yearly declaration! I hope Many more times 05/01/19 6:19am