Mon Oncle Bob


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.


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8 Responses to Mon Oncle Bob

  1. How is that you had a French uncle?


  2. How fun.I’m glad you got Vivienne…I get called Virginia so often. Doesn’t make me too happy!


  3. had a silk velvet voice
    like Gilbert Becaud,
    a repertoire of naughty songs
    in impeccable French,
    — What a delightful description you’ve given in these four lines! They made me smile!


  4. colonialist says:

    I had l’oncle Onree … Henri … who was a French Canadian. He didn’t have anything to do with my name or smoke a pipe, so I’m not sure why I brought it up …
    Glad you escaped ‘Virginia’. I’ve never liked it, but have always felt ‘Vivienne’ is really romantic!


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