To Dada, Daddykins, Dad, Papa, Mon pere, Mi padre

In light of Father's day, I wrote a poem
Thanks Daddy, for all that you've done for me every since I was your little peanut.

When I came crying home from school
I needed not mother's affection, but you
I wanted your carefree jokes and a long drive
Even if it was just to KFC to eat something fried

Whenever it was needed, you obliged
And pushed me to do things that I never tried
If it wasn't for you, Dad, what would I do?
Would I be like this, so much like you?

Taught me football in the middle of the night
Swung me on shoulders after a fight
A simple joke from you would make me okay
But most of all, you taught me lessons everyday

How I must stand on my own two feet
How to have courage and how to lead
While mum wanted to keep her little bird safe
You said "Fly safe and fly away"

So this is for you, this Father's Day
And the next, and the next, when I'm far away
I'll always be with you, in spirit and soul
Even when your Mini-Me is not so mini anymore.

Note: I sent this to my school's magazine, so if my teacher comes looking if I plagarized it, NO I DID NOT.

Why was the travelling nun's phone bill so high?

Because she was a Roman Catholic (roman, roaming gettit?)

See you whenever