Bedtime Stories: Too Much Dad I had

I do not like dad
I do not like dad,
You must see
When dad was quite mad
Dad did have had
Too much wee me

I do not like
My shorts on my shoes
I do not like
My butt with a bruise
I do not like report card day
If one grade is not an `A’

I do not like dad with beer
I do not like dad too near
Dad with a smile
Seems frighteningly wrong
Dad for a while
Is already too long

I do not like dad
I do not like dad,
you must see
My own child I now have
And the new dad is me