My Godfather Was He
A monstrous man was he
Broad shoulders and weighing a ton
Stood as tall as a cedar tree
What kind of a man was he?
He had wonderful stories to tell
Of his youth and when times were swell
A passion for food and a bottle of booze
He sat in his chair slowly to unwind
His voice was as smooth as whisky
Inside a ferocious tiger waiting to devour
His family he kept at bay, wanted to alone stay
The man to me was a mystery
Heard a lot of painful stories about him
Greed for wealth and neglect of health
He lived life on his own terms
Till he finally bade us farewell
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