SUPERDAD

 

You couldn’t really call him Superdad

For most of the time he drives us all mad

He’s not been blessed with xray vision

In swimwear he earns jeers of derision

He can’t leap buildings in a single bound

Nor can he tread softly without a sound

He’s not generous with our pocket money

We laugh although his jokes aren’t funny

He isn’t svelte or toned or even very fit

Nor is he faster than a speeding bullet

He can’t climb tall buildings like a bug

And all his waistbands are far too snug

He thinks he can dance and carry a tune

And he often falls asleep in the afternoon

He wouldn’t be mistaken for a superhero

But we’d never sell him for “mucho deniro”

We wouldn’t really change him I suppose

Even though he dresses in funny clothes

A lot of the time he does drive us all mad

But at the end of the day, he’s not a bad Dad