Daddy is home
Harry always took a peek
around half past six, during the week
To see if Dad has made it home
Stood at the window all alone.
‘Daddy, daddy’ Harry cried
But each day his father denied
His son the precious time each day
Insisting he go out to play.
Harry went missing, when instead,
He should be safely in his bed
‘Where’s Harry?’ asked his father Jack,
He’s late, by now he should be back!’
It’s half past ten, Jack feels the pain
His son is out there in the rain
He’s called up every friend he knows
Every place where Harry goes.
A knock, by now it’s very late
Harry’s dad is in a state,
The boy standing at the door
Was staring sorrowfully at the floor.
‘I asked the boy’ the policeman said
‘Why he wasn’t in his bed?’
He said ‘My daddy doesn’t care
It’s better if I wasn’t there’.
Harry took another peek
Around half past six during the week
‘Daddy, daddy’ Harry cried,
‘Come in son let’s play outside!’
Copyright © Ronald D Thompson | Year Posted 2019
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