Funny poems for kids – My dad poems will make you and your family smile!
My dad is 71 years old and he is retired. He was a fitter and turner by trade and preached in his spare time. He has been happily married for 39 years this year and has been my hero my whole life. Nobody builds stuff like him either. If my dad made a shelf, you could swing it and it wouldn’t break. He is also an inventor and is always working to make life easier.
His first invention was a pie pan that he made over 30 years ago. He was in the process of patenting it when his cape stole the idea and made money off of my dad’s concept. It’s a sad story, but what can be done.
Going back to the reason why I wrote this article. My dad, as rude as he is, has a real sense of life and its mishaps. I’m sure he could have been a comedian if he wanted to because he notices the little things that most people miss. My dad wrote a poem to his mom when she was with us and she was like that
Today Lord I am eighty
Lord, today I am eighty years old and although I have almost finished
I’d like to do the comrades before I’m eighty-one
Of course she would need a little start that old ladies always do
Who cares if I’m done when I’m eighty-two
Also Lord, there’s this longing deep inside of me
Bungee jumping off a bridge when I’m eighty-three
After this Lord, there is this little task
I’d like to repaint my ceiling when I’m eighty-four
And on my birthday while I’m still alive
I want to do limbo when I’m eighty-five
After this Lord when I’m eighty-six
I want to train seriously to be able to do the splits.
And if at eighty-seven, before the year is up
I want to do aerobics in a teen class.
Another thing sir, before it’s too late
I’d like to do some hang gliding when I’m eighty-eight
Should you Lord still forgive me, what if I feel alright?
I want to join the paratroopers when I’m eighty-nine.
And if Lord I do, dear Lord I ask you
I’d like to dance all night when I’m ninety-one days old
By Gerald Reineke
My mom saw a competition in the newspaper and my dad entered without him knowing. We were not surprised that he won first prize. Although my dad was surprised. The poem was included in an anthology of poems and published with other poets.
I guess I just want to show how proud I am of my dad. So, if you like his poems, comment in the comments section of my blog. It would really make your day.