Dad's Poem

Andy's Little Poem

When Andy was a little bub,
He'd sleep and eat of course
He ate so much we changed his name,
And now we call him Horse!

When Andy was a little lad
T'was full of fun and glee,
He'd often play outside with Dad
And hide behind a tree.

When Andy was a growing boy
Soccer was his game,
He went in goal one sunny day
And there he found his fame.

He'd boot the ball out to the field
His teammates for to score,
And do his best to keep the other team
From scoring any more.

He went off overseas one year
He travelled to Denmark,
He came back with a tale to tell
And a claim upon his heart.

Karina made him sit up straight,
He didn't have to ask.
For in her love and company
He's glowed and somewhat basked.

But now he's old and 21
He's getting on in years,
But we still love him heaps and heaps
When home we'll shout some beers!


Haha, magic! Thanks Dad!