Superdad

You couldn't really call him Superdad
For most of the time he drives us all mad
He's not been blessed with x-ray vision
In swimwear he earns jeers of derision
He can't leap buildings in a single bound
Nor can he tread softly without a sound
He's not generous with our pocket money
We laugh although his jokes aren't funny
He isn't svelte or toned or even very fit
Nor is he faster than a speeding bullet
He can't climb tall buildings like a bug
And all his waistbands are far too snug
He thinks he can dance and carry a tune
And he often falls asleep in the afternoon
He wouldn't be mistaken for a super hero
But we'd never sell him for 'mucho dinero'
We wouldn't really change him I suppose
Even though he dresses in funny clothes
A lot of the time he does drive us all mad
But at the end of the day he's not a bad Dad