My dad Bob

My dad was called Bob
and he dug the garden and he carried the potatoes in his jumper. 

Mum got very cross but I had a jumper just like his.

My dad called me New because I was the newest of all his children.


My Dad built a canoe.

We went canoeing in Wales.

We went canoeing in Scotland.

We went canoeing in Ireland.

We went canoeing in Germany.

When the tent blew down my dad saved the bottle of wine.


My dad walked from John O’Groats to Lands End,

and again and again.

My dad cycled from John O’Groats to Lands End,

and again and again.

My dad rode a motorbike from John O’Groats to Lands End 

but the motorbike wasn’t as tough as my dad.


My dad would fill the holes in my teeth.

My friends didn’t have dads who could fill the holes in their teeth.

When my dad had a bad tooth he pulled it out himself 

in front of the bathroom mirror.

He never took out any of my teeth.


I went to visit my dad when he was ill.

He didn’t complain, 

he didn’t speak.

I told him I was proud he was my dad.

He smiled at me and squeezed my hand

but he never spoke again.

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