Superman

My dad told me when he was young
And fit as fit could be
As the best Saharan lumberjack
He cut down every tree

He rode a wild dinosaur
From York to Timbuctu
He took it back to London
And put it in the Zoo

Then later on in World War two
The German horde he beat
With just his trusty penknife
He forced them to retreat

He’s swam the Indian ocean
Ate crocodiles for tea
Paddled up Niagara falls
And still got home by three

I relate my fathers exploits
Friends give me such a ribbing
They say his tales are tall ones
And that my dad is fibbing

But I know my dads not lying
There is no way he can
I know my dads not fibbing
He’s a real life superman

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Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 1/18/2011 4:11:00 AM

Good morning and thank you for sharing your poetry John W. It was a pleasure to read your poetry today and I hope you will continue to write. The best to you in your writing endeavors whatever they may be in 2011. Love, Carol