Beyond Apprehension Malaprism

It is beyond my apprehension when I think of you I know you are illegitimate but I thought you could draw too The bondage between mother and child will never ever be broken Listen well my son to the few words I have just spoken Illiteracy it’s not your fault, your mother ever married There is no stigmata attached to that these days. It’s a pity that there were so many with whom she tarried And that resulted in the parting of the waves. I am circumcised in my dealings with the courts To apply for custardy of you my son As my introspective knowledge of law is poor And my currant situation for Alamo in not yet won And as for housing there is only a floor But you will come live in harmonica with me And we can grow to love each other you will see Notwithstanding all that has past us before Enter my arms my son be fearless no more. © GG 18/06/2013 Contest Entry.