Tim was a good father.
And he really loved his two young boys.
And he had promised to take them camping.
But Tim was a chicken-shit outdoorsman.
Who was afraid of his own shadow.
But he had to keep his promise to his boys.
So he pitched a tent in his own backyard right after dark.
And they all enjoyed camping in the backyard until 12: 00a.m.
When Tim tucked his boys into their own beds.
And snuggled against his wife.
Tim was a really good husband and father.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem