Glad Dad Floats
Why is there a hole
in the bottom of the boat?
It washed me to the island
not everything seemed to float.
I'm not much on the outdoors
no social media can make me mad.
I don't have a phone, book or tablet
but at least I have my Dad
He washed up beside me
and built a little house.
Now he's searching for water
and we will probably eat a mouse.
I hope we aren't here for very long
maybe Mom will send a plane.
But as long as Dad is standed too
He will probably keep me sane.
Thanks Dad.
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