Five Dad jokes in a row.
After the fourth one, I thought you were done.
That last one really took the cake.
Hahaha. Oooh. Oh, my stomach hurts.
Either I've lost it, you have, or we've both lost it.
Right now, I'm just glad you're my dad.

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This poem is dedicated to my dad and all the Dad jokes I've had to endure.
For WP May is blooming contest.