I use to write lots of poetry. This was a more humorous one. I wrote this twelve years ago after an interesting dream...


Daddy was a bad girl with pumps and bad-ass tights
He played with me throughout the day, but always kept late nights
He worked his job from 9 to 5 and played those office games
But when it's dark, he's on his knees with no one but himself to blame.

We found lipstick in his car one day, and Mom's pink dress was missing
And neighbor's say they swear they saw my Dad and some guy kissing
If this is true, I hope to hell that Dad will share his news
And if he does and all goes well,
He better let me wear his shoes.