he got his many bucks <br />from outliving all those clucks <br />and marrying into more... <br />but don't call him a whore <br />he's always known the value <br />of baskets full of eggs <br />his heart may well be shallow <br />but he thinks, on feet and legs <br />yes, <br />I may think him callous, <br />but, <br />in honesty, I'm jealous... <br /> <br />if we were still related <br />life could be less syncopated <br />true, I might have died of boredom <br />h'mmm, that I'll never know... <br />ah, <br />but for the lack of condom <br />yes, <br />that's how the winds do blow <br />and blow is what I did... <br />when still a silly kid, <br />I refused to live with anger <br />or to pander to that rage <br />so I left the prickly manger <br />and turned another page.... <br />now I'm tired of rhyming <br /> and this doggerelly mess <br />won't end with 'I confess'.... <br />ooooops...just did...'>) <br /> <br />another excerpt from 'broken meter tales'...'>)<br /><br />delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inheriting-2/