A Slap Happy Pappy
About thirty thousand days
I have lived on this Planet Earth
And at some point during each of those days
It was given over to mirth
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
About thirty thousand days
That's a humongous amount of days
But it's not a family record
One sister lived 34,310, aren't you amazed?
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2018
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