I Can Wrestle My Dad

I see him shake; he's scared of me;
my dad must fear his doom.
I pull his leg and grab his knee.
He's stuck inside this room.

I'm only five; he knows I'm tough
and now his future's grim.
My suit with cape shows muscles buff;
my strength's too much for him.

My giggles seem to frighten Dad;
the fear is on his face.
His weary cries for help are sad;
he can't escape this place.

I wrestle with my sneak attack;
I'm sure I'll get the win.
My dad is squirming on his back
as Mom declares a pin!

abab 8/6/8/6