I'm going to explain everything because some of it is hard to see with this picture. In the top right corner is my attempt at Mickey Mouse wearing Mickey Ears. The images are a golfer, a cherry cake, ham, wine on a table, tulips, fireworks, poker cards, etc. The green thing on top of my amazingly drawn pizza is a pepper. The hammer looking thing is my beautifully mastered golf club and the words on the left side say "building & fixing", "Favorite Colors, Blue, Red, Purple, Yellow" (which is colored over in purple because yellow crayon does not show up on Yellow paper), also around the poem it say "love is in the air" and "I Love You" (but is depicted as an eyeball, with lashes, a heart and the letter "U").
I'm pretty awesome, right? Well apparently I'm even more awesome, according to the poem I wrote. Here is the text, as written on the paper, so you can read for yourself my mad writing skills at the age of 8.
Father's Day Poem
My father is a golfer
He lets me be his tee
He puts his ball upon my
nose, And hits it right off
me. He says that I can
share the joy of every ball
he hits. Oh, ain't it grand
to have a dad Who spends
time with his kid!
Like I said, mad skills. Also, apparently I let my dad use my nose as a tee. I can tell you right now my father never would have allowed that and I have no recollection of that ever occurring, so why I wrote a poem about it is beyond me. But I was 8, so who knows what was going through my mind at the time. We did play golf together, but never in that fashion.
I hope everyone had a wonderful Father's Day and many more with their Dad!
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