Father's are an underrated and hazardous occupation any time of the day, from the repetitive "yes dear" trying to dog confrontation to the "ask your mother" trying to dog responsability.
Fatherhood seems to have come when the blood left the brain high and dry to go to another more atractive place, a kind of place were the game was Dare & Consequences, or...more blunt put "in the heat of the moment"
Fatherhood will be forever ranked as a second class schmuck compare to the sainthood of motherhood, because father just came and went, mother was for the all nine (yards) months duration.
And as we talk about it, did you know that Mother's Day came nine months after Father's Day?

Father could be so many, all we know,
and there can be only one mother,
but remember, it is going to be him
telling you all about the bees
and all about the flowers;

he is your pal on a discussion,
the high instance and the lower,
he, the teacher of the art of tolerance
will go ballistic at you for using
when taking a bath, all the hot water;

the one at all your baseball games
filling you with no so much pride,
when in front of all your friends
disagree at you being "Out"!!!
and go berserk against the Umpire;

who said "Oh,Yes!!!" to the mighty Sergeant
at the nearest Recruiting Office,
seventeen doesn't look too much
but for your father it was okay
because you wanted to be a soldier;

when at last you got a job and moved out
you couldn't understand all his crying,
it wasn't like as when the new car got totaled
it was just a menial job, which should
make him to be laughing happy;

oh...yes!, everybody got a mother
and forget all about the father,
but remember!!! if love and care is a she...
the father is a he, and is not in the set up
of your family car...a bumber-stick