Like Father, Like Daughter
Your hair. Your eyes. Your last name.
What else did I get of yours father?
No that's mothers, it's obvious.
Your love of music?
We'll never know.
Your love of motorcycles?
Well I'm not quite there yet.
Your hate of caring for small children?
Yes, yes I got that father.
Did it hurt you to say “give it up”?
Because it hurt me to know
I would do exactly the same.
Am I like you father?
Why yes, yes I am.