Sonnets to a Red-Haired Lady - Part 28
Splendour Incarnate! Great Auroral Blaze!
Pillar of Fire, that through my mortal night
Still burns to give my groping spirit sight,
I'm gonna bean your Dad one of these days!
" Carrots, " I heard him call you, and amaze
That such a Ribald Boob, by no means bright,
Should be your parent overwhelmed me quite.
" Carrots, " he called you! Blast his vulgar ways!
Listen, Suzanne: he'd better get a job!
He cannot board with us when we are wed,
That pear-nosed, goat-chinned, fish-mouthed, prune-eyed slob!
My Twenty-eighth Wife had a Dad I fed:
They ate and ate until both passed away
Through eating Prussic Acid ... Welladay!
Pillar of Fire, that through my mortal night
Still burns to give my groping spirit sight,
I'm gonna bean your Dad one of these days!
" Carrots, " I heard him call you, and amaze
That such a Ribald Boob, by no means bright,
Should be your parent overwhelmed me quite.
" Carrots, " he called you! Blast his vulgar ways!
Listen, Suzanne: he'd better get a job!
He cannot board with us when we are wed,
That pear-nosed, goat-chinned, fish-mouthed, prune-eyed slob!
My Twenty-eighth Wife had a Dad I fed:
They ate and ate until both passed away
Through eating Prussic Acid ... Welladay!
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