A Father & Son moment
He stood there, my boy, my man-child
with the air of one who had grave news
But he was not off to join ‘La Legion’
and thank god there was no bairn
on the way.
He looked me dead in the eye saying
‘Dad, will you please teach me
to shave “
On looking at his downy top lip a 100
jibes appeared but this treat I chose
For it suddenly struck me this was
a ‘moment’ as proudly we went to
There was hot water and soap talk
and ‘man mysteries’ that made
He expertly used brush and razor until
I feared he’d make his face sore,
A pat on the back, he’d lost his ‘tasche
although nothing was there before !
I then suggested he could wipe such
a growth away with a damp cloth next
time to which he replied ‘Funny !
is that how you got that bald patch
on the back of your head ?’
Ah the student will soon be the master !