Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

Iced tea or Iced coffee will not Inebriate you, However, “Irish coffee”, that trick for you, WILL do Prepare yourself with food, though, Perhaps an Irish Stew THAT will soak it all up fine, Alert, you’ll be, on queue. If still, you’re feeling peckish, You may like some ‘Ice cream’, Make sure you have some extra, Or you’ll hear ME - ‘I scream’. Ideally, you WILL share though, Doughnuts in Icing dipped, An “Irish Kiss” (that’s whiskey, With fruit liqueur) t’be sipped.

Universally situated, right where we belong, ‘ Tween Sun, Moon and planets, with driving force so strong,  Some still claim ’twas accident, did hap’ without much thought,  Sadly many others, to that idea, have bought.  Consider, though, th’extremity, just where does it all end? Can mere mortal beings, all this comprehend? Wouldn’t it seem plausible, a greater power than we, Is responsible for all we can and cannot see? If it were the former, for what reason do we Have for our existence, with all that we can see? I prefer the latter, some ONE, with higher power, Made us for a purpose, and with a final hour.

Every year  at mid point,  A day does come around, When fathers are remembered,  Their deeds, offspring, expound. It’s great they are cel’brated,  Their  loving acts made known,  By those, appreciative  Of loving seeds, been sewn.  Alas, for some, those mem’ries  May be quite scarce, if e’er,  There still are ‘absent fathers’  Who sadly didn’t care.  Or were ‘no shows’, some heartless,  Though some, may not been told They were indeed a father,  So’s not always, him, cold.   There, too, are many husbands, Who've taken on the role, Their new wife's natural children, To make their family whole. Adopts them as his own kids Though sharing role, may do, Depends on circumstances As his own, he'll love you. So if you ARE a father,  I trust you’re recognised,  Your offspring do appreciate Your care, so undisguised,  That they will strive to mirror,  Or find a man like you,  Your kindness, be rewarded  For all good things you do.

Whene’er my father passed away, To some char’ties, he’d willed A portion of inheritance,  Generosity, instilled.   When hearing names of Charities,  Their church, plus a mIssion, Mentioned to mum, I thought they’d give  To  Ep’lepsy Association.   Thought nothing more about it, In fact, it left my mind, The ultimate decision Was really, to be kind.  * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *  Whenever mum then passed away,  Weeks later did receive  A thank you letter with receipt,  My eyes, found hard t’believe. The thanks was for donation,  Expressing condolence,  From Epilepsy ‘ssociation,  For assisting their finance. Mums mem’ry had been failing,  So I, astounded was,  She must’ve instantly made call  To donate to this cause.