Daddy’s dissertation!
“Father, father,
father”; cried the two little girls,
one with straight
hair another with curls.
Both wore that cute
little red dress
But he saw in it
their future address.
“why do you care
for us so much?
when you know we’ll
go one day and prepare lunches!”
the fat round daddy
twisted his whiskers,
who could not
answer his two li’l listeners.
he raise them soft
and mature
adorned them with
jewels and furs
while dropping his
tears and bidding them in palanquin
he said looking to
their grooms
“SO THEY TREAT YOU
THE SAME, MY QUEENS.”
This poem is a deliberate attempt to the upbringing of the daughters as "soft" and "mature" because that is what exactly Indian parents expect their daughters' upbringing. So keeping in mind that scenario, i have constructed a poem like this. :)
This poem is a deliberate attempt to the upbringing of the daughters as "soft" and "mature" because that is what exactly Indian parents expect their daughters' upbringing. So keeping in mind that scenario, i have constructed a poem like this. :)
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