Dear Dad, I think about you every now and then,
 I hope to God that I don’t turn out like you as I grip this pen.
 Every time you cross my mind, I cross my heart and hope to die,
 That I wont ever let myself [bad word] a disappointment to my mum.

 Father, you never bothered, about as close as north and south are to each other.
 But my mother, I really love her, although sometimes I wish she would have chose another.

 As I reminisce, I think of all the birthdays and Christmas’ you missed
 And no millionaire could afford what you cost me walking out the door.
 I’ve cried a thousand times but now I realize that this is only biological,
 You’re a name on my birth certificate and that’s all.

 I’ll tie a rope around the neck of your Fred Perry and hang you from my family tree.