Son Touches Fathers Gun
Bennett Kenneth got an eyeful
Upon touching his dad’s rifle:
An eyeful by far more helpful
Than Dad’s angry words - a roomful…
Or so had reasoned Mister Ken,
Who had Bennett taught more with pen,
Ben’s tasks to write things up to ten,
Such that he would never ask “When”.
“But now what could he have written?
“Next time, thy flesh shall be beaten,
If thou touchest the brown rifle
And Dad couldest not rage stifle?
“No better a blazing eyeful
That makes a twelve-year-old thoughtful.
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