“My little girl is not going to dancing school!”
Jim told his wife when he learned his wife’s plan
“The boys have football, soccer, swimming and basketball.
I am sorry but in this house I rule.”
Jim’s wife Paula told him she didn’t know he felt that way
And she would tell daughter Suzie dancing was not for her
Jim said he was happy she obeyed him
But when he left the room Paula signed Suzie up for dancing school the next day
Jim was busy with the boys
Practices, games, and school
He was rarely home before nine
By that time Suzie was home from dance, had eaten and was playing with her toys.
On a Friday the wife came clean, explaining that Suzie had been taking dance classes
And the next night would be a recital
Which Jim was required to attend
He started to complain when his wife cut him off, saying don't be an ass.
The recital took hours
And Jim wished he was anywhere else
Bored to tears, wishing he could slip out like a mouse
When his wife whispered “here comes ours.”
She came on stage at the end of her group dressed in pink
Suddenly Jim was sitting up
Acting like his son had got a first down
“She’s the most beautiful thing in the world,” he did think.
When she finished dancing Jim jumped to his feet
With tears in his eyes he the cheers
So loud that outside in the parking lot they could hear
He had never been prouder than of his little girl so pretty and sweet
Awww, that was a super wonderful poem!
ReplyDeleteAwww, that was really so sweet. Daddy's little girl, for sure.
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Great poem. I much prefer to sit through one long recital than a weekly game, but I end up attending both and more.
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