My Wed Ding Anniversary Number Xxii
More' n force gore
and seven years ago
tha youngest daughter of
Willian and Sylvia Zison
found her beau
pea ping over a paperback
(at present aye got nada clue
of the title), un been
knownst to him, he would be do
wing lifetime penance as a husband
and father, no longer
able to keep his head underground
like an ostrich or emu
foisted into marriage
when male adroit flagellated cell
didst ova whelm, and subsequently flue
max, a panic prone
pencil necked geek soon to learn goo
goo gaga, and brushing up
on Horton Hears a Hoo
learning to swaddle
airtight as an igloo
though a devout atheist gentile,
he attests genealogical lineage
linkedin many a Jew
but unfortunately only
scant details this groom knew,
which sketchy family tree
did include loo
knee, goofy, and crazy
offshoots, (essentially deadwood
pruning hooks never took down),
hence weak human DNA stock
freely germinating cow
wards less bright than
cloven hoofed bovines moo
ching and sometimes
tasting virgin Semitic brew,
especially espying bear naked lady
even yours truly
hollered yabba dabba doo
tasting verboten fruit
predestined to sire daughters
after enjoying despacito while playing flue
gull horn spitting
spluttering semantic glue
whereby biological totally
tubular fates loosed full bore
obligatory, yet paternal loving chore
foisting dada track detour
invoking fatherly delight
as fate found me to explore
the joys and sorrows
engaging das mister Harris
chieftain, sans family of four
attending, diapering,
and pampering galore
which necessary task
aye could, nor would
be able to ignore
from which pier rill us
infant sea bay bee
launched jarring
insightful growing pains
attendant 'pon requisite
summery autotomy off spring ,
when tears streamed
down cheeks as more
declarations of independence
meant nudging flight while pour
ring heartfelt love shore
ring, and anchoring,
viz Harris black strap -
ma lasses survival skills,
thence giving progeny Thor
row lee - wharf fare
leveeing my best dammed
gluten and MSG free
emotional bulwark whar
renting channeling con
currently bolstering your
preponderent swell alcove
harboring shipshape bon voyage.
Copyright © Matthew Harris | Year Posted 2018
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