A Father’s Day poem
because my Pop Rocks!
Even though you can be a nut roll
with butterfingers,
Mom and I know
what a big hunk you really are!
You’ve been the best dad
a sour patch kid like me could have
and I love you more than a hundred grand.
Although parenting can be a Rocky Road ,
You handled it well with a few chuckles
and a lot of snickers!
It might seem like Tommie is Slo-Poke
and I’m an airhead,
but U-No what smarties we really are!
So thanks Dad for all that you do!
Now that we’re grown,
enjoy your payday
by throwing back some
bottle caps and tequila suckers!
Love you zotz, and zotz, and zotz!
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