Like the risen crown, collapse to mousse
and princess sinks in flattened custard.

^ Amazing.

Daughters, in our OLD (very, very old..) Arabia perceptions, were considered a curse. That's why they used to bury them alive, literally.

But now, I hear my parents say: Daughters are what make a house: COLORFUL and ALIVE :) -- though they are hard to parent.

I loved this Larry.

Well, my dad says that too, hehe
We are not that hard to raise, or are we?

Well I really loved it so very much, it just brought a smile to my face.

Nominated and 100/100 :)

This poem is dedicated to all my daughters: Bio, step, 'foster' and poetic.
8-D

I can tell you are a "seasoned" father. Daughters are definitely harder to raise, at least once they become teenagers. Written with wisdom and experience that only a parent could understand but many can relate to. Well said :)

I've made a few souffles.
I even shouted at one and slammed the door
of the oven, testing the theory, to no avail.

As long as the wive's tail stands, your analogy is sound, as is your brevity.

This is interestingly written and very well done I liked reading it and made me hungry a bit,,,fantastic poem :) 5/5