Cool Dad Poems | Examples
These Cool Dad poems are examples of Dad poems about Cool. These are the best examples of Dad Cool poems written by international poets.
Dad said I was a moving,
my feet and body was a grooving.
At three in dance school.
moves that were very cool.
Dance in my body and soul,
a gypsy dance or rock-n- roll.
My feet,
dance floor they will eat.
Memories of making these with my dad.
Each time they were delicious, cooking with my dad priceless.
Add garlic, onion, seasoning, ketchup, crushed saltine crackers and egg.
Toss with raw hamburger, add salt and pepper, shape into round balls.
Bake in the oven for fifty minutes, your house will smell Italian.
Always let them cool, you will be tempted to eat one right away!
Layer them in pasta sauce, let them simmer, an hour or two.
Lots of fresh pasta pairs well, eat them plain, a full plate or a few.
Spread a huge serving, add sauce and pasta, no diets allowed!
cool kids at school
mop tops,
pompadours,
hippie hair,
afros…
me?
a crew cut—
really, dad?
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My mommy lets me lick the bowl
when she makes sugar cookie dough.
She shapes them with a cookie cutter
and brushes them with lots of butter.
And when she puts them in to bake,
I stare and stare and wait and wait.
They are hot; she uses a mitt.
She lets them cool; she cleans a bit.
Soon we’re ready to make designs.
I try to draw very straight lines.
Mommy says that I don’t have to,
that wavy lines are okay, too.
I’ll give cookies to Daddy and Santa
and maybe to my sweet nana.
They like to see what I have done.
Cooking with Mommy surely is fun!
"A blue carpet as far as we can see.
My child I call it an Ocean." By Poet
When I was little my dad took me to the big blue ocean,
he would cover me with creamy suntan location.
The waves were filled with lots of motion,
it made my tiny heart fill up with emotion.
The water was cool and fun,
the big waves seemed to be on the run.
By ten o'clock my dad wanted to get out of the sun,
but I was never done.
It seemed the ocean and I had just begun,
guess that is said by everyone.
Cool waters of the lagoon
bobbing a bit due to the waterfall
I stick my hand in and smile
it is exactly as I remembered it
my own little place, private.
Where my dad and I used to sail.
I steady my boat and dive in.
No waters are ever as comforting as these waters
there is a mystical feeling surrounding me now
Hello Dad, I say, feeling his presence.
Today is the first day of school
the summer too short at the pool
school days are long
this is so wrong
I think going to school isn’t cool
My father insists that I go
though I argued loud with a No
I squawk and squirm
I’m no bookworm
sure I know all there is to know
Dad threatened to kick me out
no matter my perfect pout
I’m no fool
went to school
now the classics I can spout
At university I excelled
never an instance was I expelled
got the knowledge
finished college
at graduation my Dad’s heart swelled