An afternoon with dad is full of fun and joy
Endless rows and rows of wonderful toys,
from robots that walk and talk
to flying planes and steaming choo choo trains.
I wanted all, I really did,
that’s when it came to a sudden skid.
Looking back at my father I now realised,
that he isn’t such a wonderful guy
He had planned it all with such a precision
while hiding an utterly devious intention,
of just letting me play with these toys for free
then leave to see mum by three.
He carried me away with nothing but memories
and I did my best not to cry
His awful behaviour is now forever imprinted in history
I wish I was old enough to give him a huge black eye :)
(actually I’d bought him 3 small footballs, and he loves it)