Today's poem: My name is Mr Dad

My name is 
Mr Dad

Some call me hubby
Some call me pops

Some call me uncle
Some call me wages

You get the feel
Wearing many suits of life

I wish I was tiny again
Looked after like a baby

Dad as an adult
Is responsibility

The wife needs happiness
The children need happiness
The environment needs happiness

Each one pulling their
Own taxes out of my hair

I pull out the dictionary of God
To save my baldness

Of course it does not work
When God has said

There is no force in religion
Boy I have to settle for a wig

And plod on as a Dad of 
Spiritual and material love