Sorry to inform you, I have adopted you to be my teenager daughter
(I really am crazy)**


Someday we might meet,
But meantime semi-officially informing you
You've been adopted by me,
With all the rights and privileges thereof

You get to beat up on me,
When you need to beat on someone,
Like everybody needs to sometime

You get to weep on my shirt,
Cause I keep an extra nearby at all times,
In case you have teenage sadness *** blues

You can try out your poems on me,
And if they're trite, my limitless sprite,
I won't reveal, for you have a thousand more inside

My repute as dad is hardly assured,
Two sons would might give me a maybe stolid high five,
On a scale of one to no jive, premised, dads are just necessary evils.

But I am open to learning, the arduous task
Of raising a teenage daughter,
After I have my head examined

Though I am just a bunch of eclectic electrons,
I got powers a few, like making life's happiness
Hearted happier, encouraging your forays into
You-know-what,
And when tables turn, a hasty retreat you beat,
For imaginary cappuccinos and poems we will meet,
Comparing notes on who felt lousier when...

But what I can do 100% is assure you
There is no lone nor lonely daughter extant,
Your voice not just clear but soft-edged,
For I have poetically adopted you,
Here and now, assuming you sign on the
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P.S. Someday with you I'll share my most fav poem of all times,
Entitled "Why I Always Carry Tissues"
Which by the by, I still do