Dear Daddy

No you won't like it

In fact you'll despise it

But me and my pencil are still gonna write it

Because I would rather

Compose than let splatter

His ink that once danced upon my page

And yes you will hate it

These words I've created

But deep in my soul, what was crooked is straightened

And now Daddy don't judge

But I'd rather not smudge

His ink that once danced upon my page