To Bust Or Not To Bust?

I'll admit this one is just plain weird.  During his Birthday one year, my Dad had just undergone hernia surgery and was still recuperating.  So of course I had to write about that. Was it a wise choice?  I dunno.  But it sure was fun!

ODE TO A GUT

Copyright 2012 by Roger B. Stone

We've read lots of poems about love and despair,

There are tributes galore about beauty and hair,

There are songs to blue eyes, and to ruby lips, BUT,

No one ever has written an “Ode to a Gut”.

There are ballads to ships, and about Easter bonnets,

Hell, even the Portuguese have their own sonnets,

Nantucket’s a limerick devoted to smut,

So why not a sensitive “Ode to a Gut”?

Now you’d have to agree it’s a noteworthy part,

Both Rodin and Renoir glorified it in art,

And babies are nurtured inside Mama’s belly,

Even ol' Santa Claus has a gut full of jelly.

It has many uses we tend to ignore,

It’s a wonderful place for a kitty to snore,

It keeps a book open, remote-controls near,

It’s even a great place to set down your beer.

And it’s oft overlooked as a symbol of fun,

But I have a memory that’s second to none,

Of wrapping my legs 'round your gut in the pool,

Then you'd dive to the bottom – now talk about cool!

So just for a while, you must treat yours with care,

Like a trusty jalopy, it’s under repair,

But pretty soon now you’ll be out of this rut,

And always remember your “Ode to a Gut”.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 1998!

(and get well soon)