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March 30, 2012

Friday Fun 19: Steve Turner’s MY DAD

by quaesitor
earth from space

All is not what it at first seems. It starts out like the classic boast of the school playground. But the playground is certainly not where it all ends…

Steve Turner is a wonderful poet whose poems always twist and jive with the best of them. I just wish he’d get back on the case and write some more… Get on with it, Steve!!

So here’s  My Dad, taken from his first collection for (not just) children, The Day I Fell Down The Toilet and other poems.

My Dad
Steve Turner

My dad’s bigger than your dad.
My dad’s as tall as the moon,
as strong as the wind,
as wide as the sky.
You should see my dad!
He’s got stars in his fists.
He bends rainbows on his knee.
When he breathes, clouds move.

He’s good is my dad.
You can’t scare him with the dark.
You can’t scare him with guns or sticks.
He makes bullies say sorry
just by staring.
Big green monsters
fall asleep on his lap.
Ghosts start haunting each other.

My dad’s been everywhere
but he says he likes the world.
Earth people are fun, he says.
My dad knows more than teacher.
He knows everything.
He knows what you’re thinking,
even when you try to trick him
by thinking something else.
If you tell a lie
my dad says he can tell
by the look on your face.

My dad’s the best dad ever.
I say I love him
a million times a million
times a million times a million trillion.

My dad says he loves me
a billion trillion times more than that

My dad likes to love.
My dad made the world.

The Day I Fell Down the Toilet (p60)

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