Here's a poem that my sister wrote as a teenager. On Papa's b'day today I couldn't think of anything more appropriate than these innocent yet beautiful lines.
Pop
Exams were on,
And it was winter's dawn.
He woke me up,
To study after brush up.
Should obey what he told,
Otherwise a little scold.
'Coz he wants me on top,
Oh! He's my lovely Pop!
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