My Dad Was a Custodian
My dad was a custodian.
My mom thought he was sweet.
She fell for him the day they met.
He swept her off her feet.
— Kenn Nesbitt
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Reading Level: Grade 1
Topics: Poems about Friends and Family
Poetic Techniques: Idioms, Narrative Poems
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