SUPERDAD

You couldn't really call him Superdad
For most of the time he drives us all mad
He's not been blessed with xray vision
In swimwear he earns jeers of derision
He can't leap buildings in a single bound
Nor can he tread softly without a sound
He's not generous with our pocket money
We laugh although his jokes aren't funny
He isn't svelte or toned or even very fit
Nor is he faster than a speeding bullet
He can't climb tall buildings like a bug
And all his waistbands are far too snug
He thinks he can dance and carry a tune
And he often falls asleep in the afternoon
He wouldn't be mistaken for a super hero
But we'd never sell him for "mucho dinero”
We wouldn't really change him I suppose
Even though he dresses in funny clothes
A lot of the time he does drive us all mad
But at the end of the day he's not a bad Dad