Sunday, 21 June 2015


The media have an image they like to portray
Of what it is to have the perfect Father’s Day
Extra sleep of a lie-in, breakfast on a tray
A card with a rhyme that has little to say

But that’s an idea that’s never quite true
You’re more likely to have the duvet torn off of you
Get a toy car massage while you sit on the loo
And clean up the mess of a pre-breakfast poo

At least, that’s the morning that I have had
But now I’ve gone and made it all sound bad
In truth a Father’s Day makes me glad
For the simple pleasure of just being a Dad

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