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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, it's rightful father.
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Susie

Published by Susan on 2003/8/8 (1262 reads)
My daughter Susie, aged two...

My daughter Susie, aged two,
    Apes me in every way,
For as my household chores I do
    With brooms she loves to play.
A scrubbing brush to her is dear;
    Ah! Though my soul it vex,
My bunch of cuteness has, I fear,
         Kitchen complex.

My dream was that she might go far,
    And play or sing or dance;
Aye, even be a movie star
    Of glamour and romance.
But no more with such hope I think,
    For now her fondest wish is
To draw a chair up to the sink
         And wash the dishes.

Yet when you put it to a test
    In ups and downs of life,
A maiden's mission may be best
    To make a good house-wife;
To bake, to cook, to knit, to lave:
    And so I pray that Sue
Will keep a happy hearth and have
         A baby too.
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