Dad xxx

Twenty-eight detentions clocked up in one term,

Too much to say, but eager to learn.

“Soph learns from mistakes,” was said on repeat,

My tolerant Dad, a hard act to beat.

 

School gerbils would stay for a welcome retreat,

Four little ‘females,’ fawn in colour, so sweet.

By the end of the summer, we knew one was male,

Cue 28 babies, and a small, furry ‘tale!’

 

I always wanted to attend Dad’s school,

But he never gave in to this crazy, class fool.

My friends were taught by my ingenious Dad,

I felt envious, but knew I’d make him go mad!

 

My big forehead, my energy, both come from my Dad,

I considered both flaws, in the past, but now glad;

I’m proud of the moles on the right side of my face,

My Dad has them too – exactly same place.

 

Today, as I look at my sweet, scrumptious Dad,

I think of all that he taught me, and to never be sad.

No time for reticence, he stood out from the crowd,

My teacher of life and laughter. So proud. Xxxx

 

 

 

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