“Speak to those boys"

    

 

My father, he,

Quite quiet would be,

Preferred, behind the scene,

Though on good day

Wise words would say

Knew well, what he did mean.

He also knew

Just what to do

When tempers would arise

And oft would say,

Without delay,

Some words that would surprise.

One such instance,

Was heard by chance

When younger us boys were

And as boys will,

A-bickering, still,

'Twas more than mum could bear.

She’d.... had .......enough,

Of all the stuff

Her darlings said and did,

She got quite mad

Then spoke to dad

The bickering, to rid.

“Can you not see,

My dear Bobby”

To dad, she did complain

 ( Her power deploys, )

“SPEAK TO THOSE BOYS”

So peace again will reign.

Without a fuss,

He looked at us,

With face quite  stern and cold

Their prides and joys,

Said “Hello boys”

He’d done as he was told.

We HAD to stop

Mums jaw did drop

And bursts of laughter flew

We’d quietened down

Without the frown,

Dad knew the thing to do.