had a silk velvet voice
like Gilbert Becaud,
a repertoire of naughty songs
in impeccable French,
and romantic duets with tante Joan,
Handsome in that bel homme style.
he told funny stories by the mile.
My godfather, he chose my name,
which if Mum had her way would
have been Virginia.
Thank you, l’oncle Bob,
or Robert Henri Louis to be formal,
who smoked a pipe
that was the death of him.
Miz Quickly wants a family poem for day 19 of Napo. As usual, I’m a day late.