Inadequate Father
Father whose lone son
He Leaves in Harsh Sun,
Son moving clockwise
Soon turns the street wise
Dad whose daughter's skin
He pricks with old pin.
And her secure wall
Blasts for a strange fall!
A dad shan't his head
Clean of what it'd read!
That which he's obtained
Needs he well retained,
Common sense maintained,
No nonsense contained...
Inadequate father
Still can go much farther;
It should be smiles rather,
As he climbs his ladder;
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