A Poem for the UnDad

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!

                                            -for Felix

                                                 love from Madeline