Dad's first "real" smile for the camera. He worked hard on that and we were so proud
Ode to my dad on Fathers Day
(in honour of his birthday earlier this week too)
Dad, Dad
I call you when I'm sad
(brilliant start eh?)
And also when I'm glad
(wait..the poetic genius is warming up)
You're awesome and you're rad.
Dad
You are unmoved by fads
Comfortable in your undecided pants
And hot pink golf shirt (that once belonged to me)
Also those khaki-ish pants, the seat of which you patched
with the floral material.
An act which
Made me
Want to die
No matter!
When I visited last
I noted that you were quite dapper
And your attire
did not once
Make me
feel dire
Dad, dad, dad
Does not glaze over
When I get to rambling about running
Although it is possible that he does
and I can't see
But! His voice
remains fairly animated
at least he does not resort to tuneless humming
Speaking of running
That guy
Is no slouch
No matter how much time he claims
that he spent on the couch
When we last ran
He pulled out the stops
That really was quite sneaky dear Pops
He did not seem to break a sweat
As I huffed and puffed
On the likelihood of such
One would not have bet
But that is typical of him
Expect the unexpected
His lack of predictability
Must be respected
Speaking more of running
'Twas my dad who taught me how
At his side
I learned
The art of the wuffle
Hybrid of
A walk and a shuffle
He did not fear shame
though his friends would deride
He remained loyally at my side
Apart from that time
I broke into a sprint with about 8km's to go
so that I would qualify
Which, as you know
dad
Worked out
Fantastically
Didn't it.
Dad
Humble to the point of being a liar
(mom told me that you claimed not to be clever-
in church nogal)
Does clever rhyme with liar
Not so much
Moving along
Dad
Voice of reason
No matter the season
Of year or life
He copes well with strife
Dad
Terrorized boyfriends like no other
Did not have to say a word
With just one glinty stare
All that needed to be said
Was heard
Dad
Trusted my instincts
When I found my spouse
15 minutes after
I left his house
Even when I called the happy news to impart
From none other then...WalMart
He gave his blessing
At 3am (his time)
Did not seem to mind that with his mind
I was messing
Dad you are kind
And you are witty
Very sweet
And fairly pretty
Takes us on outings
Gives us sweets
Plays games
Brings treats
Dad
You taught me to be
An original, have integrity
and never say... plagiarise
From a well known
Source
(or at all really
Not even just barely)
And even if I did plagiarise
I'm sure it would be
Because I did not realise
That all said
I hope you know all that you've read
Has been written
When I should be in bed
So that should
Explain
Some things
Dad, to coin a phrase from the classics
(As you would say)
I will you the ultimate tribute pay
And quote from the song sang to Aaron today:
I'm very glad
That you're my dad
And I know you
Love me
Too
Happy FathersBirthMonth-Day :)
Lots of love
Stinapin
(in honour of his birthday earlier this week too)
Dad, Dad
I call you when I'm sad
(brilliant start eh?)
And also when I'm glad
(wait..the poetic genius is warming up)
You're awesome and you're rad.
Dad
You are unmoved by fads
Comfortable in your undecided pants
And hot pink golf shirt (that once belonged to me)
Also those khaki-ish pants, the seat of which you patched
with the floral material.
An act which
Made me
Want to die
No matter!
When I visited last
I noted that you were quite dapper
And your attire
did not once
Make me
feel dire
Dad, dad, dad
Does not glaze over
When I get to rambling about running
Although it is possible that he does
and I can't see
But! His voice
remains fairly animated
at least he does not resort to tuneless humming
Speaking of running
That guy
Is no slouch
No matter how much time he claims
that he spent on the couch
When we last ran
He pulled out the stops
That really was quite sneaky dear Pops
He did not seem to break a sweat
As I huffed and puffed
On the likelihood of such
One would not have bet
But that is typical of him
Expect the unexpected
His lack of predictability
Must be respected
Speaking more of running
'Twas my dad who taught me how
At his side
I learned
The art of the wuffle
Hybrid of
A walk and a shuffle
He did not fear shame
though his friends would deride
He remained loyally at my side
Apart from that time
I broke into a sprint with about 8km's to go
so that I would qualify
Which, as you know
dad
Worked out
Fantastically
Didn't it.
Dad
Humble to the point of being a liar
(mom told me that you claimed not to be clever-
in church nogal)
Does clever rhyme with liar
Not so much
Moving along
Dad
Voice of reason
No matter the season
Of year or life
He copes well with strife
Dad
Terrorized boyfriends like no other
Did not have to say a word
With just one glinty stare
All that needed to be said
Was heard
Dad
Trusted my instincts
When I found my spouse
15 minutes after
I left his house
Even when I called the happy news to impart
From none other then...WalMart
He gave his blessing
At 3am (his time)
Did not seem to mind that with his mind
I was messing
Dad you are kind
And you are witty
Very sweet
And fairly pretty
Takes us on outings
Gives us sweets
Plays games
Brings treats
Dad
You taught me to be
An original, have integrity
and never say... plagiarise
From a well known
Source
(or at all really
Not even just barely)
And even if I did plagiarise
I'm sure it would be
Because I did not realise
That all said
I hope you know all that you've read
Has been written
When I should be in bed
So that should
Explain
Some things
Dad, to coin a phrase from the classics
(As you would say)
I will you the ultimate tribute pay
And quote from the song sang to Aaron today:
I'm very glad
That you're my dad
And I know you
Love me
Too
Happy FathersBirthMonth-Day :)
Lots of love
Stinapin
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2 comments:
Awesome...and my fave line? "Not so much/moving along." Vintage Kirsty.
I dont care you your daddy is cause my daddy rocks! I just wanted to post a comment on your blog while you were doing something on your blog too.
Love,
Benj
P.S. Poem, Genius!
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