Fine Fellow

There once was a fellow, a very fine sir,
who'd never been given a name, as it were.
His mother was quite indecisive - the kind
who seldom was able to make up her mind.

She really liked "Howard". But it was a maybe.
And so he was suddenly known as, "the baby".
By the time he was three, she was leaning toward "Roy".
But until she was certain, she called him, "the boy".

On his seventeenth birthday, she almost picked "Stan".
But she also liked "Bart", so she stuck with "young man".
She decided that "Vincent" might just be the one.
But she also liked "George", so she just called him "son".

By the time he was ready to choose a career,
she'd developed a habit of calling him "dear".
He became a physician, earned plenty of money,
got married, had kids and his wife called him, "honey".

He was known as, "the doctor" by patients he had.
And his children, of course, knew him only as "Dad".
He grew old and his children had kids of their own,
until finally "Grandpa" was how he was known.

And when he took ill and eventually died,
the fellow had family and friends by his side.
His grave's been unmarked since the day he passed on,
for his name hasn't yet been decided upon.


©Linda Knaus