My uncle John sent me an email to remind me that yesterday was my Grandpa's birthday. My dad called my grandparents' cottage to say happy birthday, but they were busy having a dinner party, so I didn't get to talk to him.
My dad and his brothers and sister call my grandpa "Ogre." I used to dislike this. I thought it was mean. Nowdays, it reminds me of a certain Ogre from Dreamworks and I think it's not too bad. Shrek is one of Dreamworks most popular characters and movie franchises. If Shrek can make an ogre popular, I guess my grandpa can be an ogre.
My family calls my grandpa the Ogre because he used to yell a lot when they were kids. He even has a funny poem taped to his wall:
The Ogre does what ogres can,
Deeds quite impossible for Man,
But one prize is beyond his reach:
The Ogre cannot master speech.
About a subjugated plain,
Among it's desperate and slain,
The Ogre stalks with hands on hips,
While drivel gushes from his lips.
I think the poem is a little mean, but still funny. Sometimes when my grandpa gets mad, he can't remember what he wants to say.
I think I am grandpa's favorite grandson because I look like him and my middle name is his first name. Also, I'm awesome. Jack is sort of awesome.
Happy Birthday Grandpa Ogre!