Supercilious Poem by Pleasant Dabbs

I'm sorry dear father, it's hard to be stern.
We more tend to be
Light-minded and playful; we haven't yet learned
The graveness of life
It isn't all games, it's more sweat and struggle
When we speak of "graveness"
We think of dear Daisy, how we used to snuggle
Then hit by a car

She's no longer with us; now she is down under
We play with her spirit
But that is all hogwash, we'll play and hear thunder
Yes, she's in her "grave's nest"
We play up above her still laughing and joking
It hasn't quite hit us
That she's no longer with us, and the rain is us soaking
Oh supercilious- super-silly-us