Poppabear

This poem is written for a mate’s dad The family left feeling awfully sad For their Poppabear passed this week A better life he tries to seek A Son, A Brother, A Father too Your babybears were very proud of you Yes you had your demons with fags and the booze Alas your taking your final cruise You gave your children a better life than you had That’s why they are proud to call you dad Your early days with your brother were difficult and hard No contact from parents not even a card But you stayed true to your word Gave your children love that’s not absurd Even though you struggled with your health Your love to the kids was better than wealth As a former soldier and a guardsman too I’m sure your send-off won’t be all blue As a Guardsman you will stand tall Erect to the front you will not fall A handsome and witty chap you were Direct to the point that was for sure As a man who didn’t mince his words Assertive and polite but did not curse ? So Poppa Bear you will be missed Now your babybears are getting Pxxxed RIP DAD we loved you so much A single white feather is all now we can clutch