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MY OLD MAN (Tom Magrann II)

By Tracey Magrann

 

 

Full-time father, full-time Dad

The best darn one a kid can have

 

You’ll never see a finer man—

Hails from PA, CA, and Iran

 

He sees people without color

Learned from his beloved father

 

Picked apples for a weekly pay

Of fifty cents—“The Good Old Days”

 

Tried to soak his younger brother,

Got his Dad wet—run for cover!

 

Don’t bet against him, or you’ll lose

First your shirt and then your shoes

 

Loves his country high and low

Cast his vote for Ross Perot

 

When the rest can hardly wait

Has the patience of a saint

 

Will of granite, heart of gold

When he was made, they broke the mold

 

Tough as nails, nerves of steel

Shoulder always to the wheel

 

Hard as iron, soft as clay

Always work before you play

 

All agree the man is handy

Fixes things up fine and dandy

 

Electronics engineer

He’ll fix your problems, never fear!

 

Paint a fence, fix a roof

No job’s too tough; the point is moot

 

 

Hangs wallpaper anywhere

Always perfect, done with care

 

Painter, plumber, sander, more!

Does the yard work till he’s sore

 

Handyman, has all the tools-

Metric, standard, watts, and joules

 

Had this pencil all his life

Sharpens that one with a knife

 

Problem solver, mathematician

Barbequer and magician

 

Home movies are his specialty

Makes copies for the family

 

Adds some music, narrarates;

The quality’s indeed first rate

 

When long of tooth and short of nail

Received his B.A. through the mail

 

Loves to learn!  You’ll discover

This honor student outwits others

 

“The best things in life are NOT free-

Your best bet is a collage degree”

 

Sometimes runner, sometimes jogger

Problem lungs: sputum logger

 

Jogger, walker, runner, so on

Age fifty five: a marathon

 

Runs through plate glass, dives off roofs

Jumps over cars when he has to

 

Knocked his teeth out once or twice

But his new ones sure look nice!

 

No one spins a better yarn

Though most agree he prattles on

 

 

Tongue in cheek, he’s at his glory

Telling shaggy doggie stories

 

Puzzles, stories, riddles, jokes-

First he solves them, then he gloats

 

While he ponders on a riddle

Eats pretzels or some peanut brittle

 

Dodgers, Eagles, Lakers, Rams,

Philly Flyers, Steelers fan

 

Halftime trivia questions planned

Super Sunday party man

 

For parties he spares no expense-

The best of times for gals and gents

 

Captain of his little boat

Sure to keep his guests afloat

 

Pizza on a Friday night

Mmm, delicious!  Have a bite!

 

He says, “Darling, you’re a pelican-

Your eyes can hold more than your belly can!”

 

Wants to be a millionaire

Clips out coupons on his way there

 

Safe to say he loves his Fords

Iacocca, once adored

 

Remembers each important date

Count on him to not be late

 

Keeps his schedule on his mind

Always there ahead of time

 

On vacation, he’s at his best

Even then he doesn’t rest:

 

With a look described as pensive

Says, “Souvenirs are too expensive!”

 

 

Haggles prices down to nothing-

Might not even want the dumb thing!

 

So little does he have to pay,

The poor street merchant made his day

 

Loves his sister, father, mother,

His younger and his older brother,

 

His wife and all his children, who

Are known as the “Magrann Clan”, too

 

But don’t stop there! Sent from heaven:

Six and one half grandchildren

 

Horsey rides upon his knee

Giddy up!  His rides are free!

 

Don’t put anything past this man-

Even bit ol’ Dapper Dan

 

But look closely, you’ll discover

He’s not a fighter, he’s a lover

 

Known to most as Tom Magrann

I’m proud to say he’s My Old Man