My father glows,
whilst wearing his bow
in the cinema row
But sometimes in anger he says no.
I don’t like it when he feels low.
He also likes to grow,
He calls his brother “Bro”
He asks his father for an iPhone 12 pro,
Everytime he goesto the park he sees a crow
He walks very slow.
One day everyone said, Tell us the rhyming words of show.
He said, Let me finish this poem by answering no!