The Witty Father

"Hello Mr. Chamack, as being your daughter,

Of you, I take care,

But everyone would burst into laughter,

You do silly things and everyone would stare."

"My dear girl" said her Father.

"Don't worry about me,

As I don't want to bother.

Go down and yourself you should be."

"Father, you're old as would hardly suppose.

But still, you keep doing a cartwheel like a clown

And keep yourself stable and composed.

By the crowd, you'll be flown." 

"In my Youth, my limbs were very supple,

As I used a special moisturizer,

One dollar per box, 

Allow me to sell you a couple.

Daughter said, "You go to run,

But at your age is it right? 

Maybe you go to have some fun,

And everyone would have this crazy sight." 

"Dear Daughter, your silly questions,

Are making me worry about you.

It is all an illusion,

So don't try to get a clue.