Ted Horton poem

Here is another poem I wrote to recognize a well known and well liked lawyer here in Owen Sound. It was to be read to him at a public function here but I did not finish it. I just came across it in my files and though that since the thread of a good idea was there I should polish it up.I have never met Mr. Horton but I have spoken to him over the phone when he purchased one of my paintings.  

Ted Horton   

by Noel E. Martin

 

If a monicker like Ted Horton,                

Should set you all to snorting’,              

"Sounds like a hockey player to me,     

Purveyor of donuts, coffee and tea,”   

Well you'd be wrong about that,            

'Cause he's not that kind of cat,            

He's a gentleman, a lawyer, Q.C.        

 

And though you may think this is funny, 

Gives his time and his money                 

To others less fortunate than he,             

A more generous type there can’t be,    

Not a “sugar and spice” guy,                   

But genuinely nice guy,                           

Possessing a heart as big as the sea.    

 

I bet when he departs from this life,          

Sorrow will cut like a knife,                        

And his final reward if you please,           

Will send Old Lucifer down on his knees,

“Its bad news I’ve been given,                    

First attorney in heaven,                             

And the _______* is waiving his fees!”  

*Help compose this poem by inserting your 

choice of descriptive adjective/s here.