Love Poem: Son of a Gun
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Written by: Edwin Hofert

Son of a Gun

Son Of A Gun

My Great Great Grandpa was a musket
only one son he would want.
My Great Great Grandma named him shotgun
he used to love to hunt.

He too would only want one son
and that's just what he got.
My Great Grandma named him rifle
he was a single shot.

Married with one son himself
Grandpa wouldn't take no static.
His son was highly favored
and they named him automatic.

Along then came my daddy
who I never gave no lip.
He lived inside a holster
that men wore on their hip.

He had a great big family
but I'm his favorite one.
My daddy was a pistol
I'm a son of a son of a son of a gun.

Edwin C Hofert