Dad

Teresa Harrison-Best wrote this little ‘tongue in cheek’ poem for Father’s Day this Sunday. It  looks at dads in a light hearted way …

Dad

He’s the king of the T.V controller,
the guardian of every device,
the sofa is clearly his kingdom
a lounge lizard to be more precise.

He loves all the gadgets and gizmos,
especially if they make a noise.
Thingamajigs, doodads and widgets
are what he describes as his toys.

As a granddad he seen as a legend
his lap is in constant demand.
Stories are read with great diction
expressive and always unplanned.

Sometimes you’ll catch him just snoozing
he tells you he’s resting his eyes.
Try snatching away the controller,
perhaps a trifle unwise.

His pet hate is all kinds of shopping,
it makes him cantankerous, you see.
He’d rather be watching some football
with the dog, or a cat, on his knee.

Life’s pleasures for him are quite simple
a fridge full of beer would suffice,
along with a full English breakfast
or a curry that has lots of spice.

Dad’s taxi is often in service
as it chauffeurs the family around.
Long-suffering he waits for his cargo
before they head homeward bound.

He loves to embarrass the children
an art he’s perfected with pride.
Dad dancing is one of his talents
much exertion and effort applied.

As a dad he’s twenty-four carat,
with a heart as big as the moon.
We love him as father and granddad
every night time, morning and noon.

Written by Teresa Harrison-Best