Poetry

THE UNSUNG HERO
She, Always They Adore
For In Songs, She’s Praised
And In Poems, She’s Lauded
But You, They’ve All Ignored
Not Even With The Roles
Unto You Saddled By Nature
As Head O’ The House
And Winner O’ The Bread...
Even Of Rice And Stew!

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Just Because You’ve Chosen To Be
Of Actions Than Words...
Just Because Winning The Bread
Will Not Allow You Sit
With Us To Sing
The Songs Of Tales
And Just Because
Our Obstinance; Our Mischiefs
Will Not Bring Your Tears
But Lashes, Hot Lashes
To Our Soft Stubborn Buttocks.

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Yea, Your Song They Refuse To Sing
In Poems, In Books, In Schools...
But This I Write For You
For I Know Without Your Being
Her ‘Nine’ Could Not Have Been
And I Know Without Your Interest
Forever She’ll Stay With Her Poppa-N-Momma
And Forever I’ll Stay Within Your Legs
Not Like A Protruding Belly
But In Liquid Undischarged!

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Baba, Your Praise I Sing
And My Hero You’ll Be

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