My father, 'who farted' in kitchen,
I did it, but you took the blame.
You're not, like MOM said, a bum.
At least not as much as some, 'cause
Some have cursed me from birth,
But NOT YOU; you say I've got worth.
You give me a chance to clear my head,
And you only 'threaten' trespassers;
You've never shot any of them dead...
(Though I know you've been tempted) .
Despite what MOM says, you are NOT evil,
For thou givest me my weekly allowance,
And I shall love you forever and ever.
I swear.
Your son, Bri.
(December 28,2014)
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I would like to translate this poem
He he this was adorable and fun to read. I could neva get bored readin yah. Is it personal? Yor dad must love it. Showd it to him? Do. Nice to read u again bri.