Daddy’s big woe

 Benoy P.J

I know

That when I am myself

I am daddy’s big woe.

(To rhyme with it

daddy had a big toe.)

I know that daddy sleeps lesser

When I sleep sound.

So when the nut became a tree

He couldn’t hide it

In his pocket anymore.

Would he prefer one to the other?

No one can surely say

(And he would keep mum.).

Daddy’s heart is so big

With all its four chambers

Though when I try to cramp in

I find it too tiny.

He is so proper

With all the right words

Though when I start listening

I can’t but help yawning.

Daddy’s steps are so correct

While I sway and I swagger

His friends are all chosen

Though I find them all frozen

If I may so say.

I too have friends

Who do jump and do fly

Who do sweat and who swear

(Such a bad thing,

But what a sweet pleasure,

When you are with them.).

And so daddy will prefer

To have me on tether,

I know

That when I am myself

I am daddy’s big woe.