My dad Paul, he is tall,
He likes to play a game of pool,
When they win they get to stay,
But if they lose they’re sent away.
My dad Paul, he likes football,
He supports Norwich City, when they score they shout hooray
He likes it when they win,
But when they win he eats a tin
Of freshly picked tomatoes.
That’s the end of this little poem
Thank you for reading, My Dad Paul
Hello to all so have a very good day.
Written by Eliana (age 11)