Rock on auld boy!

Want to know why my da rocks? Yesterday when he was working, he fell and ended up breaking both his wrists. Now a normal person might think that this might be a bit of a drawback in the day-to-day running of his life, particularly in getting home, as he was up in Dublin at the time, and home is roughly a 2hr drive in the car. And he had a lorry. So he did what any mad b**tard would do, and drove home with two broken wrists.

Because my da is so cool, and I'm currently in awe of his sheer ability to still use broken bones repeatedly for over 2 hrs, I composed this haiku for him:

Glass in the meadow,
A puppy walks by quickly,
Ducks quack in the breeze

That one's for you da. Respect.