Happy Birthday, Dad!!!!!!!

In honor of my loving dad's special day, I wrote him a ridiculous poem. As usual, my dad and I were having a silly conversation a week ago, making each other laugh, discussing my not so nice past poetry teacher.... Somehow dad mentioned the phrase, "me and my mollusk" which the alliteration and absurdity of it made us both crack up. Then I said maybe I would use it as a title for a book or better yet a horrible poem, then get it published and make millions just to spite my mean poetry teacher. We chuckled some more and ran with the "Me and my Mollusk" idea. So, this poem is for you, dad. Thank you for the many years of hilarious conversations and tons of love. I am so glad you were born.

"Snail Tales"

Me and my mollusk
stole a painting of Jackson Pollock's
while perusing the Guggenheim last May.

The painting on display
had caused my mollusk much dismay
and offended him to his mushy core.
The brush strokes could have been made, he whined,
with the trails that his grandfather slimed.

Assuring my mollusk this was not the case
and that Pollock was the best artist in the place,
I steered him to a nearby Dali.
Soon, by golly-
Docents and pudgy police stalked us,
me and my mollusk,
eyeing us warily.

Upon arriving home, my mollusk divulged,
the reason for the unsightly bulge
beneath his slimy snail tail-
There, the painting of Pollock's
that had so offended my mollusk,
was hidden safely away.



{ for a visual of a Pollock painting that is in display at the Guggenheim see here }