My father, 'who farted' in kitchen, 
I did it, but you took the blame.
You're not, like MOM said, a bum.
 
At least not as much as some, 'cause
Some have cursed me from birth, 
But NOT YOU; you say I've got worth. 
You give me a chance to clear my head, 
And you only 'threaten' trespassers; 
You've never shot any of them dead...
(Though I know you've been tempted) .
Despite what MOM says, you are NOT evil, 
For thou givest me my weekly allowance, 
And I shall love you forever and ever.
I swear.  
Your son, Bri.   
(December 28,2014)                
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I would like to translate this poem
He he this was adorable and fun to read. I could neva get bored readin yah. Is it personal? Yor dad must love it. Showd it to him? Do. Nice to read u again bri.