Ode to my Daughter

I think about the future.
As I wrestle you into your vest,
Will we be battling some more?
Will I be allowed a short rest?
Will your octopus like wriggles,
That throw off the bedclothes.
Become as you grow twists of logic,
Bringing us to mental blows.
How can I say no to a tattoo,
When I have three of my own.
Will it break my heart as well,
If that boy you like never phones ?
Can I be the cool father ?
The one all your mates say is great.
The one who buys you beer,
And lets you stop up late.
I think about the future,
As I wrestle you into your vest.
As long as I spend it with you,
I don’t care if I never rest.

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