By the way, this is actually a sonnet:
Shakespeare's father at times is somewhat wack
Every weekday he smokes at least ten packs
He gets agitated easy enough
Before his pot belly he was quite buff
He is on his way to midlife crisis
Every car he passes is a near miss
Maybe these lines are exaggeration
But he does suffer from indigestion
His hair is already becoming white
And he is slowly turning less polite
Also his appetite is on the wane
And his teeth are giving him pain
At least he hasn't lost all of his sight
And if he wished he can still fly a kite