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Sex of My Preferred Child

If I was ever to be blessed 
With the gift of an only child
And I was given the option 
To choose the sex also too
I would choose to have a baby girl

I know a Father is supposed to want a boy
A son to carry on the family name
But given a choice I would prefer a girl

My sister was blessed with 3 daughters 
I have 3 beautiful nieces 
So you think I would want a boy
To play and do thing's with 

But who is to say a daughter wouldn't like football 
Or the thing's I love as much as a boy would 

And no Father gets the privilege of giving his son away
Or can be touched by the joy and pain
Of a daughter giving birth like his wife did 

Mother's son
But Daddy's little girl

And girls don't stray to far from home
If they come from a loving Mother and Father
As they want there children to know the same 
Love from whence they came

And call upon them for babysitting 
Because as much as a child feels love
It pales into comparison seeing Mum and Dad
Looking after there Grandchildren 

Wondering why they love them more than they did you ?

And the simple reason must be this

They get to give them back to you
And think they love you and want nothing back
Apart from the odd biscuit and play toy

And boy's need entertaing 
Where as girl's are far less anoying

The only down side I can see
Is if when said daughter 
Becomes old enough to find boy's 
Boyfriend material 

Then all bets are off
They better all sod off
Until she is way above the age of 33

Or she meets a suitor on which we both agree
And I don't want to kill
But for now ill dream of her becoming a Nun
With the only means of having a child is via a sperm donnor

Im sorry but no father worth his salt
Could ever stomach the though of there daughter taking part
In were children come from
That is the only reason I would want a boy

Because when a boy brings a girl home
His father thinks that's my boy
Well done son you are your fathers son

But when a daughter starts courting
And brings a boyfriend home
The 1st thing that comes to mind
Is where is a good place to hide a body 

If you hurt or touch my daughter
I am proficient in all manners of the art of torture 
If you wish to remain alive
Better have her home by 5

Remember I am a boy and was once young too
So picture me if you hormones start raging
And your hands or mind start a wondering
I know where you live
And as a father
When it comes to my daughter 
I do not poses the capacity to forgive neither forget

Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2018

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