He dresses her in pastel satin <br />Hair trimmed with matching bows <br />And every time he looks at her <br />How his face with pride just glows <br /> <br />She is his little princess <br />To hold and love and dress <br />One more shining trophy <br />To make boast of his success <br /> <br />The chauffeur driven car <br />Is always at her beck and call <br />With servants ever present <br />To supply anything at all <br /> <br />Her manners are quite polished <br />With regularity they dine <br />At the most exclusive tables <br />While lesser folk wait in line <br /> <br />And Daddy nods and waves <br />At those who meet his favor <br />And encourages her to dispense <br />A sweet smile for them to savor <br /> <br />‘Well done’ he reassures his princess <br />As they pass the secure Manor gate <br /> Then with gentle pat he sends her off <br /> To pink-hued bedroom, there to wait <br /> <br />But no little princess ever <br /> Should be required to re-ignite <br />The failing fires of her own father <br />When he seeks her out at night<br /><br />Mary Havran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daddy-s-little-princess-br-a-purely-fictional-poem/
