Fathers Day Surprise
'Twas a sunny Sunday in June
Father's Day was in its throws
We were just young children
No money, but good at putting on shows
I was the youngest of four
My opinion meant it was a no no
Especially when I suggested flour
To make the carpet look like snow
We were doing a pantomime
Dressed up in all sorts of things
I looked like an old bag lady
Not sure what I wore for wings
Well it went along nicely that was until when
Someone trod on the cats tail
You should have heard him yell
As he ran up and down the curtain rail
Pulling down our carefully chosen decorations
The splinter of glass made us all cringe
There was the vinegar from the pickled onions
All over the carpet with red cabbage in the fringe
The smell was horrendous, can't be denied
the lounge looked like a hurricane had been unlocked
My Tad loved his Father's Day surprise
Mam didn't say much she is still shell shocked
Penned June 1st 2014
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