“Let me be frank,” our father used to state.
Or “I’ll be frank with you.” We smile/groaned.
For though a candid man, his natal fate
was carrying the word as name. Intoned
right after that was when he often taught
us how to care for goods and be precise
with words, requests, instructions. We all sought
good data, power, most of his advice.

We took his words to heart and mimicked him,
with care for all equipment, boxes kept.
For order we knew every synonym.
We later tried to make our mates adept.
We reaped the tempest with our homely wind,
our father harshly mocked, ourselves chagrined.

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