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Soliloquy in Circles

Being a

Is quite a bother.

You are as free as

With time to spare,

You're a fiscal

With change in your pocket,

And then one mornA child is born.

Your life has been runcible,

Irresponsible,

Like an arrow or

You've been constantly travelin'.

But mostly,

I daresay,

Without a chaise percée,

To which by

Nothing's embarison.

But all children matures,

Maybe even yours.

You improve them

And straighten them dentally,

They grow tall as a

And ask questions you can't answer,

And supply you with

About how everybody else wears lipstick sooner and stays up later,

And if they are popular,

The phone they monopular.

They scorn the

Of their parent's opinion,

They're no longer

Once they find that you're

But after you've raised them and educated them and gowned them,

They just take their little fingers and wrap you around them.

Being a father Is quite a bother,

But I like it, rather.

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Ogden Nash

Frederic Ogden Nash (August 19, 1902 – May 19, 1971) was an American poet well known for his light verse, of which he wrote over 500 pieces. Wit…
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