less than half a dozen hours
   remain here in Lake Woebegone,
an idyllic enclave, where legal tender,
   liquid assets, minted monies
   by the metric ton
loot, et cetera replaced
   with sharing home good humor spun
prevarication, or a pun
where this Norwegian bachelor farmer,

   now sets timer counting down to the one
hundred and fifth International Women's Day,
   hence dada's taxi service necessitated
   (asper my own volition) none
forsaking a substantial block of time
to ferry (via 2009 Hyundai Sonata)
   thine eldest (of deux
darling damsels doggedly, diligently,

   and definitively) whose maternal hue
ma in instincts (staking out
   vocational, interpersonal, Jew
dish hiss lee courting biological objectives
   Since matriculating
   At University Of  Pennsylvania
   she seriously eyed
   the engineering curriculum,

   and as an inherent
   high achieving civilian, this rugged
   cerebral terra firmae terrain
   emitting a signal calling she knew

tubby meant foe her, thus this proud papa his new
wish availing self less father summoned,
   pressed, and mustered joyriding
   glommed within mental motor queue

thus despite experiencing a minor panic attack
   (with nausea more pronounced than usual), aye
did not want Eden (her first name)
   to feel disgruntled toward pop (hood rather die)

as opposed to slacking off where fatherhood
   concerned strove to be a beneficial guy
especially before the stroke of midnight
   will usher well nigh

till next year long overdue attention,
   now bequeathed during these twenty four hours
   when non gun shy
textile women (shunted subaltern
   second class workers)
   in New York (circa 1907),

   but said event opened to dispute,
   but less in doubt
   historical records indicate
   1914 International Women's Day held on March 8
   since then continued along
   a linkedin chain in case you wondered why.