A Poem by:  Matthew Jordan Randolph


Fathers:


The ones who teach you to pee in the woods.


The ones who teach you to spit off buildings.


The ones who teach you to blow your nose without a tissue.


The ones who teach you to take the remote; to watch sports 24/7.


The ones who teach you the three W's: wrestling, wedgies, and women.


But, most of all, your role model, idol, a teacher, a listener and the guy you blame when Mom asks, 'Who forgot to flush the toilet?'