My first poem today was a silly poem for Mom. So this one is a silly one for Dad. It’s written in the form of Ottava Rima, an Italian form normally intended for epic hero poems. Here is a single stanza in honor of my super Dad.
He wears a uniform of underwear;
Outside, without a shirt, he braves the snow;
He sings off-key and doesn’t really care;
When shouts are heard, for him I am not slow –
His superpower (grounds me, should I dare.)
My Dad, a hero, everyone should know.
When growing up, he made me feel secure,
So thank you, Dad, for all your love so pure.