by John:
My dad works hard,
every day.
But when he comes home,
he's not too tired to play.
On the weekends,
we play with my soccer ball.
He shows me tricks,
he knows them all.
My dad can cook,
my dad fixes lots of things.
My dad is the best.
Today we will treat him like a king.Next Poem ~ Previous PoemSubmit Your Poetry
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