My dad is great,
But whenever he’s in charge were always late.
He makes lots of dad jokes that are sorta funny,
And he takes us out to the beach when it’s nice and sunny.
He taught me how to bake and I thank him for that,
But if he keeps eating it all he’s gonna get fat.
He doesn't have a favorite child but I know the truth,
I bet it’s me because I wasn't the kid that made fun of him when he lost his youth.
He’s loosing hair on the top of his head,
And soon he’ll be lying on his deathbed.
When he makes me breakfast he always burn my toast,
But still i'm the one who loves you the most. xx
Awesome blog post Sophie. A great poem.
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