So fathers day is nearly done, I saw my daddy we had some fun

Sat there in some carvery, drinking beer and making glee

Three generations linked by genes, tucking in to beef and greens

The serving wench was quite a sight, her t-shirt being very tight

Greengrocers cliches thoughts abound, thank god my lips - they made no sound

Ice cream sir, raspberry ripple? No thank you darlin just another tipple

Shit I'm late its ten nineteen

My kids will wonder where Ive been

Sitting on my arse a typing

Random thoughts that needed citing

Time has come to jump in the shower

Wash my hair and have a scour

Its fathers day, after all

A time for pressies smiles and all

Look at the time its ten twenty one

Its now that time, I have to run

The world outside as seen through slats, piercing through my frontroom flat

Blinds drawn down just half open, light filters in so softly spoken

Just a glimpse is all that's needed, the quiteness of the world receded

Windows shut sounds are silenced, yet movements detect an unreliance

For of course it isn't at all quiet, if anything chaotic, random fired

Tempting one to go outside, embrace the movements enjoy the ride

Dance within that scattered light, opened up and oh so bright

Warm gold sunshine, smiling kids, laughing loud amongst orchids

Full in bloom stamens proud, teasing the approaching insect crowd

Bees that buzz fly elegant, drawn on in, by musky scent

Its deft aroma helps maketh honey, gold translucence all sweet and yummy

Waiting to be bought off of shelves, by full grown flowers with little elves