I’m so glad
you’re not my Dad.
I’d ever so much rather
have you as a fiancé than a Father.
Though I’m sure you’re very good
at the job of Fatherhood
I’d rather not be a rater
of your abilities as pater.
‘Cause if you were my dear papa
I know you’d touch not one ta ta
and if you were my begetter
it wouldn’t make my cunt wet, Sir.
Though you are King of our wee shire
it’s best that you are not my Sire
for I’d have never felt the crop
if I were kid and you were Pop.
This way each day I adore you more
than if you were my progenitor
and I am free to love you madly
which I couldn’t do if you were Daddy
So if this ditty makes you say “Ha!”
Let’s celebrate! You’re not my Pa!
love from Madeline