Grand godparents? God grandparents?

Though my parents do not yet know this, in my senior year of high school I failed first-semester English. This fact becomes relevant because I am about to try my unskilled hand at crafting a poem in thanks of Chris and June, parents of Janelle’s godparents, Greg and Julie. The former gave us shelter last Sunday night so that we could make Janelle’s Monday morning appointment in London to report her birth abroad and get her first passport. The following has rhyme (kind of) and metre (of a sorts), but it still lacks a certain something something. You’ll see what I mean. Feel free to leave your comments, suggestions, and/or rude remarks, but please also realise the heart-felt thanks I am intending to convey.


An Ode to Chris and June:

A lovely wee woman from Scotland
(The mum of a mis’rable git)
Extended a kind, helpful hand
To me and my wife and my kid.

Her soup was quite warm in our bellies;
Her bread was quite nice in our mouths.
She treated us like we were rellies;
Her kindness is rare in the South.

And Chris — I can scarcely forget this —
Withheld not one smidget of care:
Through Google and AA he gave us
The d’rections we needed to get there.

His ’structions were clear and precise;
He even covered our parking.
His spare room was spacious and nice;
We heard neigh a dog rarely barking.

A writer once tried to exhort us:
Hosp’tality ought always be shown,
For, though it is not always told us,
We might welcome angels unknown.

So thank-you, Janelle’s grand godparents
(Or ‘god grandparents’ should you be famed?).
God-bless as your children ’come parents;
To you, love and joy in His name.

an original poem by R Rodríguez