I grin again,
That stupid car,
One wheel is here and one wheel is far,
My dad's dream is to have it fixed,
But I pity him, That car's a glitch.
I walk up to him,
"Dad what you doing?"
"Building a car from nothing but mutton!"
I took it dad was having some kind of tumour,
"Right dad, I'm going in for supper."
I come out three hours later, with some food,
Some for my dad (if he's in the mood)
I walk around the small garage,
and dad's grinning fondly at what looks like a car.
"Dad," I say,
"Go back to teaching,
you can't build a car,
it's out of your reach and-"
"Imogen, be a sport-
go fetch me my tool kit my gloves and-"
"Worse,"
"Dad if you blow up the house, mum'll kill you."
"But she won't you see, this car will WORK!"
A week later dad's working on that car,
"Dad," I moan, "You won't go far."
He ignores my snide remark and opens the garage to reveal a..
Snack Bar!?
Author notes
Okay, I'm not usually good at writing happy stuff so I decided to write for my dad who want's to read my poetry,so dad this is for you.
A contest entry
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330 points, ended June 11, 2008, 7 entries
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Comments
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AWWWWWWWWW!I think your Dad will LOVE this poem to death...Ok maybe not death since poems can't die...But I Loved and I hope he does to!Alright I have to ask you a question...HAVE YOU SERIOUSLY NOT WON A GOLD OR SILVER TROPHY???There's NO way!You're just TOOOOOOOOOO good!I love this poem TO much!
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