Every man is his daddy’s little boy.

I watched with amazement as he tidied up hurriedly, to look the part of the dashing, smart  and intellectually sound young man; which he is, that’s for sure.

He put on a show,

His daddy mustn’t know

Daddy’s like to be impressed by their sons

They like to see the heirs they have raised to inherit their thrones

To look and turn and nod a sign of approval to their mates

To wave with  might and power as he approaches the gates

“This is the one in whom I am well pleased” their proud gaze doth say

And the son with all pride and joy, walks towards the imagined mace

"He is my dad and indeed I have made him proud

and now I can go and boast to the crowd!!"