A Father’s Advice (in Two Parts)

Inspired by Ogden Nash's poem "Advice Outside a Church."

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For his Daughter: If You Plan to Marry a Man


If your mother was here,

I’m sure she’d draw near

with advice wise and nice,

very sweet to your ear.

But since I’m alone,

I’d best not use the phone—

if I call I would bawl

for the loss that we’ve known.


If you should plan

to marry a man,

it behooves you to find

the best one you can,

who’ll walk close beside you

to help you and guide you

and when he’s above you,

will pull you, not shove you.


He’ll be a swell dad

and not a foul cad,

a washer and cooker,

perhaps a good looker

who’ll earn enough bread

with a true, level head,

and won’t only play in

but help make your bed.


He’ll laugh along with you

and carry a tithue

to dry your damp eye

’neath a dark, cloudy sky.

A wonderful guy

whose life isn’t a lie;

who’ll be honest and true

when he says, “I love you.”


Then, if you find

that your heart’s on his mind

and you’ve come to learn, too,

that his heart’s within you,

please marry this man—

set a date for your plan—

for there’s reason to hope

that he’s not just a dope.


For a Hopeful Son-in-Law


If you hope to twirl a girl,

don’t feed her lines which make her hurl.

Your bawdy stories just might dock her—

in that case, why not just sock her?

Never assume a locker room

is where she’s searching for a groom.


Even if she plays the tart

and fills a phrase with gutter art,

still seek and find her gentler heart

for sometimes we all play a part—

most often just to get along—

for we’re all hoping to belong

while deep within we shun what’s wrong.


Don’t forget to add some polish:

clean your act and don’t demolish

work begun in hopeful fun—

you’re in to win and not to stun.

Prepare for a long-distance run,

for this is how dear hearts are won.


Learn what she wants; fulfill each need.

Accomplish this by word and deed.

Forsooth, in truth, this game we’re in,

when played just right, is when both win.


Consider, too, that if you marry,

sometimes she’ll be quite contrary,

oft’ your fiercest adversary,

reaping for her cemetery!

So take care: be kind but wary—

there’s a pit in every cherry.


Yet, with tender, loving care

each pit may blossom in spring’s air,

its petals falling on your bed

reminding you of why you wed.


If she’s the girl you’d like to twirl,

her body, mind, and heart will whirl

when comes the season

you’re the reason

that she chooses to unfurl.


By Ken Gosse

From: United States

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