16.6.2013, Sunday, 7:11 pm

I can’t believe it!! It’s father’s day already!! I can remember last year this time so distinctly!! Anyway, to celebrate dad’s day, we (Kathryn, mum, dad, Feni (my dog) and I) went for a long drive to visit a spice plantation. It was SUPER!! I really loved the pungent aromas and the vibrant hues of the veggies.

You want to knwo what I gave dad as a special “dad’s day” present?? I wrote him a poem. Yeah, I’ll admit it, I had NO IDEA that today was father’s day, but mum reminded me in the nick of time. Thankfully, I have a quick brain, and was able to pen down a short (okay, not so short) rhyme, dedicated to my daddy. Here, take a look:

ODE TO DADDY 

There I was, in my room,

A tiny shrimp of five,

Insisting about the things,

Under my bed that were alive.

Monsters and aliens, they were galore,

But there were even creatures

I’ve never heard of before…

They moved oh so quietly,

When my parents were there,

But when I was all alone,

I’d clutch my charcoal hair.

Just hearing them squeak,

And scramble around,

Was enough to send me darting,

To my parents part of ground.

One day my mother yelled,

Enough was enough!!

Even though it was scary, she said,

I’d have to be real tough.

I’d have to brave it out

And just endure,

The squeaking and the scrambling,

I’d just have to ignore…

I burst into tears

And screamed that the world was unfair,

Daddy put his arms around me,

And told me he was there.

He escorted me to my room,

And he put on the light,

He told me to stay out of my chamber,

While he and the monsters fight,

I obediently agreed,

And wished him best of luck,

He put on a brave face

And looked as strong as HULK!

In three minutes he emerged,

The battle had been won,

There were no aliens left under my bed,

Not even one.

I hugged my dad while,

He tucked me into bed,

I didn’t hear anything that night,

It calmed my sleepy head.

The next morning after a divine rest,

I rushed down the stairs,

I jumped on my dad and yelped,

DADDY IS THE BEST!!

I don’t think that the poem’s SIMPLE SUPERB, but that’s how mum put it, which surprised me because mum NEVER sugar coats her words. She’s real frank, and tells me that if I want to succeed, I’d better work real hard, so I kind of passed out when mum praised me.

Oops, daddy needs to use the “machine,” the title we’ve coined our trusty old desktop, so I have to go. Later!!

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