Being a father <br />Is quite a bother. <br /> <br />You are as free as air <br />With time to spare, <br /> <br />You're a fiscal rocket <br />With change in your pocket, <br /> <br />And then one morn <br />A child is born. <br /> <br />Your life has been runcible, <br />Irresponsible, <br /> <br />Like an arrow or javelin <br />You've been constantly travelin'. <br /> <br />But mostly, I daresay, <br />Without a chaise percée, <br /> <br />To which by comparison <br />Nothing's embarison. <br /> <br />But all children matures, <br />Maybe even yours. <br /> <br />You improve them mentally <br />And straighten them dentally, <br /> <br />They grow tall as a lancer <br />And ask questions you can't answer, <br /> <br />And supply you with data <br />About how everybody else wears lipstick sooner and stays up later, <br /> <br />And if they are popular, <br />The phone they monopular. <br /> <br />They scorn the dominion <br />Of their parent's opinion, <br /> <br />They're no longer corralable <br />Once they find that you're fallible <br /> <br />But after you've raised them and educated them and gowned them, <br />They just take their little fingers and wrap you around them. <br /> <br />Being a father Is quite a bother, <br />But I like it, rather.<br /><br />Ogden Nash<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soliloquy-in-circles/
