A Cheesy Limerick for a Wonderful Guy

I hope you enjoy this corny composition as well as the pictures and creations from my father's childhood.

June ninteenth was a day oh so good,
When we whistled and shouted and stood,
For the man of the hour,
The king of our tow’r,
Had a birthday as ev’ryone should.

Not yet half of a cent’ry ago,
Was our Papa born cute as a bow.
So they christened him Steve,
But don’t laugh up your sleeve,
For his moniker, Stove, was so-so.

From his hair to his toes, he was cute,
And his brains and his brawn braced his suit.
Young Jen captured his eyes,
And he captured his prize,
So they started their fam’ly tree shoot.

Now lil’ Stove became Steve became Dad,
He’s my teacher, my help, my comrade.
He has character, yes!
And he loves God the best.
He’s my Papa; the best to be had.