The sun awake,
Shine bright to my face.
I feel the heat,
Which make me headache.
My hero arrived,
To save my life.
Without his presence,
I'm always a peasant.
He is my papa,
Husband of my mama.
He has three children,
Tripling his burden.
He is good in painting,
Colorful life he brings.
You'll never see him sitting,
That's why he is not a king.
Papa likes to eat fish head,
When there aren't any, he feels sad.
He always a good dad,
And this makes him so rad.
Nothing can't be solved,
As long as he's there.
He'll be with me all the time,
'Cos forever he is mine.
By : Irvine Lee
Thank you.
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