Sexcuse Me

Curse my foul suspicions
I find parenting a chore
but these blue pills make me perky
when she dresses like a whore

Some ancient snake in trousers,  
comes rising yellow-eyed
to leer its lewd approval
and grunt a dirty sigh

You see I couldn't help but notice
how long her legs have grown
sweet pitfalls even lovelier
and fresher than her Mom

The skirt could not be shorter
her lipstick screams for blood
and I'm sure I glimpsed no panties
to signal some young stud

Do they teach her contraception,
or to wiggle like a dancer
She should be on the pill
I hope she's not a chancer

I'm afraid it's your department
as a father's words sound trite
please speak to her politely
and ground her for tonight.