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.