A Slap Happy Pappy

Twenty thousand three hundred days That's a humongous amount of days But it's not a family record One sister lived 30,310,10 as of today Guess you could say I'm a contented person With more than my share of happy Why me? I have often asked How come I'm a slap happy pappy Is it just a roll of the dice That determines which path we travel Or at some point do we look at things And say in humour I'd like to dabble Whatever the reason whatever the cause I've ended up sending out sillies Had more than my share of happiness stuff Guess that's why I'm a silly-billy
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July 21, 2023 at 10:06 PM
I lov it, Jack ... Silly Uncle Billie is what my Nieces and nephews call me. :-) Thanks for sharing the happiness with us, my friend. We all need a little more happiness to pass along these days. A poet friend in Texas, Bill
Ellison Avatar
July 22, 2023 at 3:49 AM
Silly Uncle Billie... Slap Happy Pappy yeehaw a matched set!!! Have a Slap Happy Weekend my friend!!!
Elless Avatar
July 21, 2023 at 7:28 AM
Happy Jack, I'm glad you're back. The world is full of crap. Had enough of that. Much more fun to pen a laugh. Keep Rolling
Ellison Avatar
July 21, 2023 at 8:24 AM
There's no room for all this crap in the world!!! Let's all us happy people start a revolution to eliminate it... do you have any ideas? Good wishes my friend?
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