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
