Mon 13 Dec 2004, 10:06 AMTweet
by Ben Langhinrichs
(with a tip of the hat to Dr. Seuss)
The problem with having a daughter so pleasant
Is all the guys hovering round to be present
Whenever she deigns upon one to bestow
The title of someone she'd best like to know.
The losers line up, roll the dice, take a chance
That maybe she's ready and willing to dance
But the dancing she's chancing to do is away
Just when they're hoping she's moving their way.
This is all very well when the fellows she's spurning
Are ones for whom social skills still need some learning
or perhaps those who don't quite exhibit savoir-faire
(Not to mention the losers with no "there"... up there)
But what if she doesn't find a fellow worth finding?
Not one lucky guy whose faults aren't worth minding?
Can a patient dad be pardoned for hoping meanwhile
That eventually she finds someone somewhat... normile?
Copyright © 2004 Genii Software Ltd.
What has been said:
249.1. The Lucky Guy (12/13/2004 01:53 PM)
This is an excellent, greatly amusing rhyme, although I would say that I'm not somewhat normile, but rather all normile.
Thanks for the mention, and thanks for doing it before an RLM was committed.
249.2. Ben Langhinrichs (12/13/2004 02:24 PM)
It is true, Lucky Guy, that your normility is not in question, but I can't really ascertain your normality until we meet, which I hope is soon.
I am also glad to be posting about a pre-meetum rather than a post-mortem, even if RLMs make for good blog entries.
249.3. Duffbert (12/13/2004 04:22 PM)
Boy... dating your daughter is *so* public. :-)