In response to Dr. Seuss' Too Many Daves and to all the times that "Dave" is the name of the villain of the piece, whether in a movie or a TV show or a memoir or a novel. And for my husband, Dave, who is bloody well sick of it.

Have I told you about my husband named Dave?
He wasn't the twenty-third son of Mrs. McCave,
The fact is he was born alone of Dave-kind,
the youngest of three and I am sure you will find,
He's unique, one of a kind, not ubiquitous.
And it's despite his name that I make a fuss:
He is true beyond what a name can endow.
It is his brilliance, kindness, wisdom, and know-how--
Not having a name like Dave--that gives him perks.
For why else are there Daves who are outright jerks!
It's the true Daves who should lay claim to the name
Not some cur who deserves nothing but all the blame
True Daves could have been called any name at all
Be it Harvey or Corey or Jim or Paul
It would not matter a bit or a mere jot
if his name was Theodore,  Sam, or Pol Pot:
A true Dave is a true Dave is a true Dave
(and the name is starting to become my fave).
There are certainly Daves who are shifty thieves,
Who are liars or have something up their sleeves,
But a true Dave is something other than that,
He's as iconic as the Cat in the Hat.
And like a flower with any name smells sweet,
A true Dave doesn't need a name to be neat.