Dad

I once knew a man

Who could withstand

Anything thrown his way

With a sift sway

And the glint of teeth

I should’ve known, what was underneath

Was the battle too rough?

I thought he was tough!

This world is in need

Of a hero indeed

So I rise from the ash

And pick up a stache

So that someone will speak of me

And my battles at sea

If I have found

A trip to the ground

Cast your bid

On my kid