My dad
Tommy Willis is his name:
Driving the Echo van is his game,
He drive's to our to use E-Bay,
He has my husband turning grey.
He brings us meat on a saturday afternoon;
Then we all go and dring tea in the living room,
Then of he goes back home to watch the telly;
Whilst laying on the floor and falling asleep on his belly.
I love my dad very much;
And all week we keep in touch,
He work's so hard you wouldn't believe;
When a wednesday is over he is so relieved!
Co's the Echo have him driving stupid amout of miles
Delivering theses stupid Echo piles,
Its not right to make him work so long
I'm sure doing 2200 miles a week is wrong!
He loves my kids with all his might;
And they all love playing, especially a toy fight,
Grandad tommy brings the sweet's;
So he's the best with all the treats!
As well as the echo he does the provie;
Going around house's collecting their lolly,
Some of the house's are not very neat;
So on the way out he wipe's his feet.
On a Friday night he can start to chill out;
Because on the weekend there's no work about,
So come sunday night he is back in that van;
We need to find a better job and get together a plan.
By Marie Beggs
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Tommy Willis is his name:
Driving the Echo van is his game,
He drive's to our to use E-Bay,
He has my husband turning grey.
He brings us meat on a saturday afternoon;
Then we all go and dring tea in the living room,
Then of he goes back home to watch the telly;
Whilst laying on the floor and falling asleep on his belly.
I love my dad very much;
And all week we keep in touch,
He work's so hard you wouldn't believe;
When a wednesday is over he is so relieved!
Co's the Echo have him driving stupid amout of miles
Delivering theses stupid Echo piles,
Its not right to make him work so long
I'm sure doing 2200 miles a week is wrong!
He loves my kids with all his might;
And they all love playing, especially a toy fight,
Grandad tommy brings the sweet's;
So he's the best with all the treats!
As well as the echo he does the provie;
Going around house's collecting their lolly,
Some of the house's are not very neat;
So on the way out he wipe's his feet.
On a Friday night he can start to chill out;
Because on the weekend there's no work about,
So come sunday night he is back in that van;
We need to find a better job and get together a plan.
By Marie Beggs
copyright