My Dad

A poem I wrote my dad for his birthday.

My dad, the best there will ever be, now listen and I will tell thee.

Ever since I was little, he would be silly and make me giggle.

He is a hard-working man, his son his number one fan.

Even though he works late, professorship is his fate.

He occasionally likes to have fun, like a hunter with his gun.

And when he teaches you something, it's never anything hard as cross-country.

I dedicate this to my dad, which I know will make him glad.

The End

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