A Guilty Father to His Daughter

Why are you always glad to me?

Shouts my daughter gladfully

A twist of time a tuneful word

Happy I roll into the glad gully

High father in my Morning Glory

Silk virtue violently in me

I rule my family like an old fox hound

And father my way in fancy

When I curse her she catcalls

And forgets her sparky consent

Carnal her sun foams out and her flesh

Firms between us fixed as cement

Prince of Fathers in my glad gully

Hobbledehoy in my fatherly rain

Why are you always glad to me?

Demon down the fatherly drain

JAMES SCHEVILL