Yabba Dabba Dad jumped up and down, dancing a jig and acting the clown.
He couldn’t remember the last time alone, without Atlas or Looby following him round.
Yabba Dabba Dad was so full of beans, his face was radiating sparkly sun beams.
It was finally Friday, a weekend away, all by himself, alone for two days!
Yabba Dabba Dad shot out the door so fast, he left a trail of smoke as he flew past!
His feet were on fire, his mind was all set, he was on a mission to reset and forget.
Yabba Dabba Dad needed a break, to recharge his health, take care of himself.
It wasn’t about Atlas or Looby as such, he was just tired from doing so much.
Yabba Dabba Dad struggled to get through, all of the things that single dad’s do.
Day in, day out they blurred into one, sometimes dad life wasn’t much fun.
Yabba Dabba Dad was doing his best but every Dad needs a few days to rest.
Atlas and Looby would both be OK, they were having a sleepover with Mama J.
Yabba Dabba Dad was heard driving away, yelling ‘Cocaine and hookers, weed and drag race!’ 😂
(yelling ‘WOOHOO, bring it on! HIP HIP and HOORAY!)
© Copyright 2022, Poetry Out West, Jodine Derena Butler. All rights reserved
First published on Raising Atlas Rising