A poem about my dad

Now this is a potentially dangerous poem about how my dad irritates me and is overall incredibly embarrassing. I think it's funny, but no guarantee that my dad will feel the same way!

WOES OF THE DAUGHTER OF AN OVERLY CREATIVE DAD

My dad's wearing this awful tie,

He cannot see that I'm going to die.

My cheeks turn scarlet with shame,

And I know that my father's the one to blame.

He annoys me so much wherever we go.

To point of where both of us have a big row.

Multiplexes, restaurants, even my school!

He has a knack of making me feel a fool.

Wakes me up in the morning by telling me

Sick stories while sitting beside my knee.

Or, until now, the worst by far,

Singing old songs till my eardrums char.

He scares me and like a fool I jump.

And then that big horrible insensitive lump

Exchanges high fives triumphantly

With my brother, who laughs unshamedly.

I know that it's just my youthful blood,

Teens over the world think their parents are duds.

But being embarrassed comes naturally,

And my face turns red just habitually.