This poem is about my husband.
Alan’s the Man
The Go To Man,
The man at the end
Of everyone’s phone.
Be it electrical
Or mechanical,
Not to mention
Philosophical,
Alan’s the Man
Who’s here
For us all.
With an answer
For everything,
And a mind like a trap
He captures each thought
Weeding out any crap.
Be it political
Or rhetorical,
He avoids any folly
He’s no wally.
The perfect neighbour
The best of friends,
The Go To Man
Always
Has a hand to lend.
And as a husband I feel
He’s really rather grand.
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