Humorous Poem...in theory

My mother’s a teacher
My father’s a preacher
My sister wants to become a nun

When I’m ‘neath the steeple
Greeting the people
Dad says I’m his good little son

He gives me his lessons
Says fun ain’t worth messin’ with
You get that through your head

I can just see his face
And how many times he’d say grace
If he found the magazines under my bed

Miss January likes a good book
Miss February likes to sew and cook
Miss March is into 60’s rock ‘n’ roll

I can’t wait for the next one
It may be the best one
I won’t stop ‘til I collect them all

I confess to you Father
For I would much rather
Tell you than my own

I don’t know where to begin
But I’ve committed a big sin
For I’ve been having fun when I’m alone

I told him my story
In all of its glory
Imagining his horrored look

But he just said, “Son don’t you be sad
For this is your real dad
And Miss March is the one
Who likes to cook”