To all the tired and exhausted Dads,
to the hungover, but still woken by excited children Dads,
to the Dads breaking theirs knees giving donkey rides,
to the Dads in crap clothes so you can look just a smidge more fly.
To the Dads dressed as Anna rocking that cape,
to the Dads washing up, cleaning, cooking, being generally great,
to the Dads stood behind the BBQ wishing for a sit,
but knowing that anyone else BBQ'ing would be utterly... <Does shifty eyes>... poor.
To the Dads that want to be hugged just like a mum,
To the Dads that keep working on their excellently round tum,
To the Dads holding in the swears as they get kicked in the teeth,
And to the Dads that managed to ditch the kids with Mum, so they can hangover in peace...
<Looks smug>
You're beautiful, you make the world go round, and you're bloody awesome at it.
Well done you. <Claps>
Happy Father's Day.
<Whispers> I believe in you...
X
(How did you know, I LOVE PIE?
‘You have it on your business cards’
Yes my boy <Nods peppermintly sagely>... Yes I do…)