Daddy's Little Girl Poem by Randy McClave

They say that she is daddy’s little girl
As she curtsies and does her little twirl,
But, the moment she is ignored or you interrupt
She becomes self centered and violent and she will erupt,
She will whine and cry and then run off to her room
She will hate her life with all of its doom and gloom,
You must then go and apologize to her for your mistake
With a gift and some flowers, and also a slice of cake,
Sometimes at you she will smile and at everyone else she will nettle
You can then visualize her with a cat, stirring an iron kettle,
Girls they will all slam doors and windows and they will pout
Boys on the other hand will always argue and fight and shout,
But, like their mother’s little girls all have their drama
Around them men must be more forgiving like the Dali lama,
Girls will always be their daddies little princess
Until when daddy gets older and he comes to his senses,
But, she will also be her mommy’s little drama queen
When she doesn't get her way, she will pout and pout and then she will scream.
You can punish both a girl and also a boy
Take away their privileges and their candy and a toy,
And then you could send them off early to their room and to bed
In the morning the boy forgets, but the girl will hate you until the day she is dead,
A girl will hold a grudge and she will never ever forget
She even remembers the time in grade-school when the teacher made her sit,
A boy will get in a fight with his very own best friend
And when the fight is over, the fight is over, and that is the end,
But, when a girl has an argument and a fight with her own pal
She will always hold a hate and resentfulness and will destroy her friends morale,
To have a daughter you indeed must have the patience of a saint
I know if I had a daughter, I would need chains as a restraint,
A girl just like a woman is hateful and conniving and mean
But, that side of themselves they hide well, and try not ever to be seen,
Having a daughter they say will give you endless love and joy
But, I don't have the tolerance of a prophet, so all I ask for is a boy.

Randy L. McClave