We were reading silly poems on the Robert Munsch website. Its like he handed out a licence to let the imagination lose. Writing without inhibitions. So we decided to write a poem for Father's day.
And of course, we also made dad's favourite cake!
My Dadda Went to Cricket
(by a special 4 year old)
My Dadda went to cricket,
it wasn't really wicket,
he soon batted but it wasn't a bicket,
My Dadda went to cricket in the car.
He soon bowled,
but it wasn't really old,
but then it was a bitter bitter cold.
It was really bit,
but it wasn't really what,
so it rita rita rita rita bot.
Mr Mr Mr Mr Tot!