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;