My father's a carpenter,
makes furnitures for diplay or by order
A happy man gladly talks with customers
even to strangers introduced by others
With woods,nails,metre,and a hammer,
A pencil tucked on one ear or the other.
Designs made by him,no other.
He bagins to work with ease and eager
Power tools are his companion
And putting them into action,
making furnitures is his passion.
Doing it with compassion
resulting a good fashion
I made this poem in dedication to my dad's birthday tomorrow,He's turning 60.
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this is my last entry on @Dolores poem making contest..
Same with my father๐ my father is a carpenter too and also a painter. And I'm pero proud of him