Father's Day Poem

 I was sorting through a pile paper (one of many strategically located throughout the house) and came across this scribbled poem I had 100% forgotten about.  There's no date (shame on me) but it doesn't look to be that old since there's a reference to a video game. There are so many references to specific things that I can juuuust recall. Only just. I believe it was a very much involved, collaborative effort.   

But I thought, hey, time for a little throwback Father's Day?  I actually just gave myself one and almost cried.  Stupid me. 

So here you go. In honor of the best dad in his own unique and marvelous ways:

Father's Day Poem

A dad who sings

Is a beautiful thing

But radio skips

Anything interesting.

A dad who builds

Is a dad who guilds

A dad who fries

And yet, for some reason

Hates wielding knives

He shows how to sand

Without cutting my hand

He loathes gross talk

But loves to spot a hawk.

A dad who teaches

And takes me to beaches

Sometimes he preaches

And how to discern

For I've much to learn

Like how not to burn

Schools down, and pools down,

And what's in an urn.

He's a gray beard

Not a nay beard

Reluctantly plays Smash Bros Brawl

I have no fear

Bringing questions here

For he's the dad

Who can solve them all. 

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That hurt my heart a little.