Dad’s Disappearing Act

My dad left when I was just five,
Said he’d be back once he learned to drive.
Funny thing is, he’s had his license for years,
But I guess he’s stuck in second gear.

He went out for milk, or so he said,
Maybe the cow’s just really slow instead.
Or maybe he’s lost, took a wrong turn,
Still asking Siri, “Where’s home?” to learn.

He’s like a magician, gone in a puff,
Vanished quick—now that’s some tough stuff!
Except there’s no rabbit, no hat in sight,
Just me and Mom, wondering if he’s alright.

I wonder if he’s circling the block,
Or if he’s out there trying to unlock
The secret to staying away this long—
Must be writing the world's longest song.

But hey, at least I’ve got his height,
And his bad sense of humor that’s kind of alright.
So Dad, if you’re listening, hope you’re not stuck,
Come home soon—or at least send me a buck!

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just feel like writing about my dad
but fr my dad was ass hole :/