You asked for a poem that wasn't so mushy,
And I thought you were being awfully pushy.

But in an effort to make you smile
I thought I would forget about life for a while.

What about a brand new bike?
I think that is something you would like;

A bike with three-wheels that goes so fast,
I hope you don't end up in a cast.

And then there's the fun that you call fishing;
I know that I would really be wishing,

For you to say, "Mom to heck with the fishes,
I 'd rather stay home and wash all the dishes."

Then after you'd washed the very last jar,
You'ed say, "I'd love to go out and wash the car,

Clean up the bathroom and mop the floor,
"Mom can I do anything more?"--

"No, son, now that I've had my wish,
I don't mind if you go on and fish."

Fish all you want - but don't dream of the bike,
There's a poor, tired man, Your Dad, his name is Mike.

He can't get you a bike - he's as poor as can be.
Because all His money goes straight to Beverly....: )