For Father’s Only

Love concealed behind fake frowns.
His leftovers were like crowns.
We wore them, though we’ve had a lot.
Mum’s the prime villain in this plot.

With eyeballs that swimmed wisdom’s great sea,
Our schemes were plain sun for him to see.

Though our clock together was the dwarf type,
The few seeds you sowed and nursed are now ripe.

This template now seems to birth a skewed replicate.
They all bear same name, yet, hardly duplicates.

Thomas Tee2emm Bot