A Father To His Daughters – A Warning About Boys

Not until he reaches thirty
Is any man really worthy
Of romance or taking your hand.
Don’t give in to his entreaties

To bed him; you will only fan
The flames of his pride as a man.
Be aloof, distance is your need.
Curt and cool, make him understand

Your heart will not cede to his greed
But to kindness and noble deeds.
Be a pauper, poor toward him,
For many a cad will succeed

When he thinks you’re easy pickings.
But wearing scanty, tight clothing
Will only serve to draw him in,
And make his lust your only friend.

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