Pioneer Dad
I’m not sure if my family tree
ought not remain a mystery.
There was, I think, a cattle rustler
and recently a poolroom hustler.
A great grandad was called a vagrant.
The repute of most seems way too fragrant.
Poets? Soldiers? Scholars? No.
Not even a shill for the Chattaqua show.
Investigation might reveal
more slips than a bananna peel.
Into the past I shall [...]
