I love my dad

I wake to see him leave for work

Bothered, busy and a berk

Hat, keys, a kiss for mum and gone

The door shuts but opens again oddly

To whom has the pleasure so fondly?

A mother knows best it seems

As the Milkman’s round

What would dad say?

What should I say if anything at all?

It's not my place to feel so small

Holding the atomic smash of a b...

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