O Daddy Poem by James McLain

...............O 'daddy' i'm..
and coming in through the door
she says
O 'daddy'
because of all of this which she has
and wearing it, not vainly open
as other's do,
the other girls whom have it not
or so they think, but do.
When they speak ill of me.
Are not all of our butter cups as such
when seen or touched?
some full, some lean, some wide,
some gay, some straight and then some strange
or thought i wanted you to say,
'said' you to me i then explained.
many 'dear can't afford their panties
made of silk as yours
and so they resent you a little more each day.
so hide it all a little better
'dear' what you have i gave to you
and she your other
indicated too and you are now just fine
as she.
where them thus more simply then
tighter in and yes, i know it's warmer
i have seen.
pick your friends and share the rest
is all that you can do.
and your heart belongs too none but you
even though it weeps in times like these.