Monday, 25 April 2016

Poem for Pops


My pops gets to eat steak
He even gets a chocolate birthday cake

He doesn’t have to measure the chips
But if you ask me, it will go straight to his hips

My pops smiles as he eats his roast dinner
But I think I am going to be thinner

He eats lots of cheese and drinks all the milk
But I have hair that is just like silk

I think he sneaks slices of bread
I can hear him as I lay in bed

You might think this unfair
But my pops hasn’t got a whole head of hair

He says he eats it to stop my temptation
I get lots of fruit I love that sensation

My pops plays with me and my cousins too

I may have PKU

But I am lucky I have a pops as awesome as you

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