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Her hair was up in a pony tail, Her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school, And she couldn't wait to go.
But her mummy tried to tell her, That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand, If she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid; She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates Of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried, For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again, She tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees A dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back, For everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently, Anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called A student from the class.
To introduce their daddy, As seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name, Every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching, A man who wasn't there.

'Where's her daddy at?' She heard a boy call out.
'She probably doesn't have one,' Another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back, She heard a daddy say,
'Looks like another deadbeat dad, Too busy to waste his day.

' The words did not offend her, As she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher, Who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back, Slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child, Came words incredibly unique.

'My Daddy couldn't be here, Because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be, Since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy, And how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories He taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses, And taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes, And ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him. I'm not standing here alone.

'Cause my daddy's always with me, Even though we are apart
I know because he told me, He'll forever be in my heart'
With that, her little hand reached up, And lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat, Beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads, Her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter, Who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love Of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her, Doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down, Staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft, But its message clear and loud.
I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here, But heaven's just too far.

You see he is a British soldier And died just this past year
When a roadside bomb hit his convoy And taught Britons to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away. And then she closed her eyes, And saw him there that day.

And to her mothers amazement, She witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children, All starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them, Who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second, They saw him at her side.

'I know you're with me Daddy,' To the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers, Of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it, For each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her, Was a fragrant long-stemmed rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, By the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing, That heaven is never too far.

Oh Christ, here we go again.

Who had this day in the draw?

I just puked in my bin.

I like these:

By the Christ here we go ad nauseum posts of dribbling cut and paste. It's all camberwell carrot.

I have amended my facefanny status informing anyone that post such drivel on my page will be hunted down and forced to drink bleach.

Originally Posted by BiscuitsAB

I have amended my facefanny status informing anyone that post such drivel on my page will be hunted down and forced to drink bleach.

You have Facefanny?
Fner! Biscuits has Facefanny!
...and you were one of my heroes too.

Originally Posted by BarkingSpider

You have Facefanny?
Fner! Biscuits has Facefanny!
...and you were one of my heroes too.

Facefanny is amusing for me, but important for the Mrs as she is membership secretary for the worlds largest association of Mosaic Artist. Most of my time on there is taken up with a group called "the death of evolution" which is populated by fundamentalist American creationists one in particular is going to come over and beat me to death with his Samari (his spelling) skills. I have att a couple of pictures of him, its amazing the lack of per sec on it! I also use it for trying to chat up Jarrod as my Thursdays are normally free, however he says he has standards and doesn't do fat ugly blokes. ( I must add that the fat ugly bloke in the pictures is not me, rather is the American chap who hates me with a passion because I disagree with his religious philosophy, in as much as this moron could actually hold one)

My old man's a squaddie,
He's always on op tours,
When he come home on leave,
He spends his cash on whores.

He's always comes home drunk,
he's drinking far too much booze,
one day I may be lucky,
and see him blown-up on the news.

Nice one PA.

And if I may add.


And when we get the bits back,
We’ll stick him in a box.
Then dance around the graveyard,
With one hand on our cocks.

Then once the show is over,
We’ll say he’s sorely missed.
We’ll remember each November,
Wearing gongs whilst getting pissed.