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Years ago I wrote a poem in appreciation of Dad Jokes…

being a Dad and a PopPop it’s something I do on my family’s behalf…

It’s one way to teach my children and grandchildren how to have fun

how to smile…how to laugh.

It has been a responsibility I’ve always taken seriously…

using humor and Dad Jokes to give my family a lift…

once again…no need to thank me family…consider it a gift!

But humor is not easy to teach…much to this Dad and PopPop’s surprise 

for many of my Dad Jokes have been met with moans and groans…

and a rolling of the eyes.

Through the years, however, I’ve remained unperturbed knowing…

If this Dad Joke didn’t make them laugh…didn’t give them a thrill…

I’m sure the next one…or the next one…or, perhaps, the next one will.

When I ask: Why did the man who crushed cans all day hate his job?

I can already see my family stressing…

then groan and roll their eyes when I answer:

Because he found it soda pressing.

I believe humor was hiding in my children and grandchildren

and that my slew of Dad Jokes freed it…

like when I told them Deborah asked me to put ketchup on the grocery list…

but then neither of us could read it.

With every Dad Joke I noticed my children and grandchildren 

looking for the nearest open door…

“Dad! PopPop!.” They’d scream. “Please stop! We can’t take it anymore.”

But every now and then…peeking out from behind the moans…

Is that a smile that I see?

For a life-long teller of Dad Jokes…that’s always been good enough for me.

I have proudly watched throughout the years…

how humor in my children and grandchildren have grown…

to the point where they now come up to me and tell me Dad Jokes of their own.

And as I groan, roll my eyes and laugh…

a tear invariably drops from my eye…

for Dad Jokes…after all these years….have a way

to make this old man cry.