I tried to hawk some future poems,
Through these bland pages of Facebook:
"For any donations you'd give,
Some crafty lines I'd try to cook!"

Alas, I'm not a gourmet school trained chef;
My cooking mimics what I learned from Dad...
As my writing right hand copies his left!
...And his speech is like a Michigan lad...

Whether I'm mincing or blending phrases,
I must admit, I can hear Dad's stories -
Not the Texan's Tall Tales in those spaces -
Just some under-stated humble glories...