5 Funny Father S Day Poems From Every Kind Of Kid

And just so it sounds like it really came from you, I’ve got a different poem for every kind of kid. I, um, may have semi-plagiarized a few famous poems just a little bit for inspiration. But take your pick! From the Kid Who Has 100 Different Activities Every Week Because I could not drive myself You kindly drove for me The minivan held only ourselves Or sometimes the whole family —  We slowly drove — you knew no haste To soccer and to Girl Scouts, too And my spelling bee Thanks for driving me everywhere, Dad. From the Fashionista You grow old, you grow old Why do you, like, still wear your pants rolled? I’m embarrassed to be seen with you, but I still love you, Daddy! From the Sports Fanatic June is the cruellest month Little league out of the dugout, mixing With summer football clinics, stirring Soccer tournaments with summer rain Thanks for going to all my games, Dad! From the Kid Who Is Always in Trouble And my ass, it is always in detention, still is sitting, still is sitting Or in my bedroom, just down the hall from yours and mom’s And my mind still has all the scheming of a demon’s that is dreaming Yet I am in lockdown, all because of that science lab bomb When will this accursed grounding be lifted? Quoth my dad, Nevermore! Thanks for the tough love, Dad. From the Toddler I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats above my surpise-filled diaper When all at once I saw a cookie A plate of golden cookies In the kitchen, on the counter Mommy said “no” But you, my sweet, easily manipulated fool, said yes After I screamed for 30 minutes straight and started turning blue Thanks for the cookie, Daddy! (Sucker) Image via Jim, the Photographer/Flickr

title: “5 Funny Father S Day Poems From Every Kind Of Kid” ShowToc: true date: “2024-10-21” author: “Jesse Stocking”

And just so it sounds like it really came from you, I’ve got a different poem for every kind of kid. I, um, may have semi-plagiarized a few famous poems just a little bit for inspiration. But take your pick! From the Kid Who Has 100 Different Activities Every Week Because I could not drive myself You kindly drove for me The minivan held only ourselves Or sometimes the whole family —  We slowly drove — you knew no haste To soccer and to Girl Scouts, too And my spelling bee Thanks for driving me everywhere, Dad. From the Fashionista You grow old, you grow old Why do you, like, still wear your pants rolled? I’m embarrassed to be seen with you, but I still love you, Daddy! From the Sports Fanatic June is the cruellest month Little league out of the dugout, mixing With summer football clinics, stirring Soccer tournaments with summer rain Thanks for going to all my games, Dad! From the Kid Who Is Always in Trouble And my ass, it is always in detention, still is sitting, still is sitting Or in my bedroom, just down the hall from yours and mom’s And my mind still has all the scheming of a demon’s that is dreaming Yet I am in lockdown, all because of that science lab bomb When will this accursed grounding be lifted? Quoth my dad, Nevermore! Thanks for the tough love, Dad. From the Toddler I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats above my surpise-filled diaper When all at once I saw a cookie A plate of golden cookies In the kitchen, on the counter Mommy said “no” But you, my sweet, easily manipulated fool, said yes After I screamed for 30 minutes straight and started turning blue Thanks for the cookie, Daddy! (Sucker) Image via Jim, the Photographer/Flickr

title: “5 Funny Father S Day Poems From Every Kind Of Kid” ShowToc: true date: “2024-09-06” author: “Juana Ober”

And just so it sounds like it really came from you, I’ve got a different poem for every kind of kid. I, um, may have semi-plagiarized a few famous poems just a little bit for inspiration. But take your pick! From the Kid Who Has 100 Different Activities Every Week Because I could not drive myself You kindly drove for me The minivan held only ourselves Or sometimes the whole family —  We slowly drove — you knew no haste To soccer and to Girl Scouts, too And my spelling bee Thanks for driving me everywhere, Dad. From the Fashionista You grow old, you grow old Why do you, like, still wear your pants rolled? I’m embarrassed to be seen with you, but I still love you, Daddy! From the Sports Fanatic June is the cruellest month Little league out of the dugout, mixing With summer football clinics, stirring Soccer tournaments with summer rain Thanks for going to all my games, Dad! From the Kid Who Is Always in Trouble And my ass, it is always in detention, still is sitting, still is sitting Or in my bedroom, just down the hall from yours and mom’s And my mind still has all the scheming of a demon’s that is dreaming Yet I am in lockdown, all because of that science lab bomb When will this accursed grounding be lifted? Quoth my dad, Nevermore! Thanks for the tough love, Dad. From the Toddler I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats above my surpise-filled diaper When all at once I saw a cookie A plate of golden cookies In the kitchen, on the counter Mommy said “no” But you, my sweet, easily manipulated fool, said yes After I screamed for 30 minutes straight and started turning blue Thanks for the cookie, Daddy! (Sucker) Image via Jim, the Photographer/Flickr

title: “5 Funny Father S Day Poems From Every Kind Of Kid” ShowToc: true date: “2024-10-02” author: “Violeta Hahn”

And just so it sounds like it really came from you, I’ve got a different poem for every kind of kid. I, um, may have semi-plagiarized a few famous poems just a little bit for inspiration. But take your pick! From the Kid Who Has 100 Different Activities Every Week Because I could not drive myself You kindly drove for me The minivan held only ourselves Or sometimes the whole family —  We slowly drove — you knew no haste To soccer and to Girl Scouts, too And my spelling bee Thanks for driving me everywhere, Dad. From the Fashionista You grow old, you grow old Why do you, like, still wear your pants rolled? I’m embarrassed to be seen with you, but I still love you, Daddy! From the Sports Fanatic June is the cruellest month Little league out of the dugout, mixing With summer football clinics, stirring Soccer tournaments with summer rain Thanks for going to all my games, Dad! From the Kid Who Is Always in Trouble And my ass, it is always in detention, still is sitting, still is sitting Or in my bedroom, just down the hall from yours and mom’s And my mind still has all the scheming of a demon’s that is dreaming Yet I am in lockdown, all because of that science lab bomb When will this accursed grounding be lifted? Quoth my dad, Nevermore! Thanks for the tough love, Dad. From the Toddler I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats above my surpise-filled diaper When all at once I saw a cookie A plate of golden cookies In the kitchen, on the counter Mommy said “no” But you, my sweet, easily manipulated fool, said yes After I screamed for 30 minutes straight and started turning blue Thanks for the cookie, Daddy! (Sucker) Image via Jim, the Photographer/Flickr

title: “5 Funny Father S Day Poems From Every Kind Of Kid” ShowToc: true date: “2024-09-27” author: “Everette Dunigan”

And just so it sounds like it really came from you, I’ve got a different poem for every kind of kid. I, um, may have semi-plagiarized a few famous poems just a little bit for inspiration. But take your pick! From the Kid Who Has 100 Different Activities Every Week Because I could not drive myself You kindly drove for me The minivan held only ourselves Or sometimes the whole family —  We slowly drove — you knew no haste To soccer and to Girl Scouts, too And my spelling bee Thanks for driving me everywhere, Dad. From the Fashionista You grow old, you grow old Why do you, like, still wear your pants rolled? I’m embarrassed to be seen with you, but I still love you, Daddy! From the Sports Fanatic June is the cruellest month Little league out of the dugout, mixing With summer football clinics, stirring Soccer tournaments with summer rain Thanks for going to all my games, Dad! From the Kid Who Is Always in Trouble And my ass, it is always in detention, still is sitting, still is sitting Or in my bedroom, just down the hall from yours and mom’s And my mind still has all the scheming of a demon’s that is dreaming Yet I am in lockdown, all because of that science lab bomb When will this accursed grounding be lifted? Quoth my dad, Nevermore! Thanks for the tough love, Dad. From the Toddler I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats above my surpise-filled diaper When all at once I saw a cookie A plate of golden cookies In the kitchen, on the counter Mommy said “no” But you, my sweet, easily manipulated fool, said yes After I screamed for 30 minutes straight and started turning blue Thanks for the cookie, Daddy! (Sucker) Image via Jim, the Photographer/Flickr

title: “5 Funny Father S Day Poems From Every Kind Of Kid” ShowToc: true date: “2024-10-10” author: “Bess Chandler”

And just so it sounds like it really came from you, I’ve got a different poem for every kind of kid. I, um, may have semi-plagiarized a few famous poems just a little bit for inspiration. But take your pick! From the Kid Who Has 100 Different Activities Every Week Because I could not drive myself You kindly drove for me The minivan held only ourselves Or sometimes the whole family —  We slowly drove — you knew no haste To soccer and to Girl Scouts, too And my spelling bee Thanks for driving me everywhere, Dad. From the Fashionista You grow old, you grow old Why do you, like, still wear your pants rolled? I’m embarrassed to be seen with you, but I still love you, Daddy! From the Sports Fanatic June is the cruellest month Little league out of the dugout, mixing With summer football clinics, stirring Soccer tournaments with summer rain Thanks for going to all my games, Dad! From the Kid Who Is Always in Trouble And my ass, it is always in detention, still is sitting, still is sitting Or in my bedroom, just down the hall from yours and mom’s And my mind still has all the scheming of a demon’s that is dreaming Yet I am in lockdown, all because of that science lab bomb When will this accursed grounding be lifted? Quoth my dad, Nevermore! Thanks for the tough love, Dad. From the Toddler I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats above my surpise-filled diaper When all at once I saw a cookie A plate of golden cookies In the kitchen, on the counter Mommy said “no” But you, my sweet, easily manipulated fool, said yes After I screamed for 30 minutes straight and started turning blue Thanks for the cookie, Daddy! (Sucker) Image via Jim, the Photographer/Flickr

title: “5 Funny Father S Day Poems From Every Kind Of Kid” ShowToc: true date: “2024-10-20” author: “Robin Shephard”

And just so it sounds like it really came from you, I’ve got a different poem for every kind of kid. I, um, may have semi-plagiarized a few famous poems just a little bit for inspiration. But take your pick! From the Kid Who Has 100 Different Activities Every Week Because I could not drive myself You kindly drove for me The minivan held only ourselves Or sometimes the whole family —  We slowly drove — you knew no haste To soccer and to Girl Scouts, too And my spelling bee Thanks for driving me everywhere, Dad. From the Fashionista You grow old, you grow old Why do you, like, still wear your pants rolled? I’m embarrassed to be seen with you, but I still love you, Daddy! From the Sports Fanatic June is the cruellest month Little league out of the dugout, mixing With summer football clinics, stirring Soccer tournaments with summer rain Thanks for going to all my games, Dad! From the Kid Who Is Always in Trouble And my ass, it is always in detention, still is sitting, still is sitting Or in my bedroom, just down the hall from yours and mom’s And my mind still has all the scheming of a demon’s that is dreaming Yet I am in lockdown, all because of that science lab bomb When will this accursed grounding be lifted? Quoth my dad, Nevermore! Thanks for the tough love, Dad. From the Toddler I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats above my surpise-filled diaper When all at once I saw a cookie A plate of golden cookies In the kitchen, on the counter Mommy said “no” But you, my sweet, easily manipulated fool, said yes After I screamed for 30 minutes straight and started turning blue Thanks for the cookie, Daddy! (Sucker) Image via Jim, the Photographer/Flickr