Stand Up To Cheers

Don’t just raise your glass, stand up to cheers Until each and every one gets audibly clinked Repeating Ike-ism’s stretching memories years Keeps the good ones up front and spirits linked Not so subtly cheat (just a little) in a crokinole game Enough to get caught to see who’s watching most Laugh when he’s busted, “Who me?” He’d exclaim Get the cookie anyway and make a little toast But don’t just raise your glass, stand up to cheers Around the table meeting each glass individually Sing old songs loud enough so everyone hears Then head to the garage to smoke an O.P. Overpaying the grandkids to repaint the fence Who wasted the paint on each other running amok A sense of good humour even at an expense So off for more, piled into the big orange truck Fixing cars for the cost of parts and a chat For family and friends over sprockets and gears Here’s to the happy man with Ike on his hat So don’t just raise your glass, stand up to cheers!