The Father.

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Marie, my princess, can we speak?

About your latest little geek?

You know I want the best for you,

A handsome prince, who's brave and true.

When I opened up the door

I was shocked by what I saw,

His hair was bleached, and strangely spiked,

I saw nothing that I liked.

His dress was weird and quite unkempt,

My first impression was contempt.

And when he said he'd called for you,

My self control, well it just blew.

I might have laughed, okay, I did,

The thought of you, and this weird kid.

I only want the best for you,

You're still quite young, at forty two!

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Owain Glyn

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