Ode to Dad

You are like a guitar on Saturday.
You remind me of 50, Sicamore.
You are like blue vanilla ice cream.
You are like a redwood tree with clothes.
You are like a sunny happy day with cheese.
You are like running at 6:13.22.5 am.
You are like a new chair with a thimble.
You are like global warming in a puddle.
You are like marine world in the north south.
You are like a pair of pants getting happening started.
You like a paruvian death pepper on a monopoly game board.