Easter Poem: An Ode to Our Dads

I salute you oh basket hider,
For the GI Joe plastic glider.
Mom would have bought me socks,
But you got me a toy that rocks.

When mom said, "Let's buy healthy treats".
You said, "Let's stock that with salty meats".
Because butter is better than fruit,
Dad laughs when he thinks a joke is cute.

I hope she got you something good,
Like your magazine with a naked lady on the car hood.
She found those the other day,
And told me "go to my room and play".

So dad's you are the best,
At fun, wit, and zest.
My basket is filled with candy,
And mom has tapped the brandy.

Now she's got the evil-eye,
And it isn't the time to lie.
She'll corner you before you know it,
And accuse you of going to blow it.

But Easter has been great for me,
You hide money in eggs by the tree.
We laughed as you spilled your beer,
and still gave that holiday cheer.

I saw you put roses on the bed,
And Mom will forgive you because you planned ahead.
She thinks your are irresponsible and stupid,
And that makes your small efforts into cupid.

Dad you have always made this special holiday,
And Easter would not be the same if Mom sent you away.
We'd be well dressed, well fed, and healthy as can be.
But what is life without a little fun and insanity?