RelationsA Poem by KiwiOne of the strangest family trees.I wrote this in English when, I think, we were doing the Poe section and my classmates were like, "Ewwww, he married his COUSIN?!" and the teacher had to remind them numerous times that Poe was adopted. So I started writing a poem with a completely whacky family tree with a sort of satirical tone to it. This is what came out. I thought it was cute.
Picture credit to PhotoAlto/Eric Audras.
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My father is my uncle And my granddaughter my friend. Oh, how could I imagine It would ever reach this end? My dog is my companion And he edits all my words. My son has been my plumber, Though that isn’t so absurd. My daughter was my teacher; And my wife, she was my pet. The joke was always humorous ‘til dragged she was to vet. Wherefore is my savior? He was my cousin’s pal. My nephew was a ruddy prick But perished in that row. My brother was my younger With eyes just for my chest. Prefers his wine “aged and close” And disregards the rest. My son, he was a rapist, But a charismatic sort. Convinced the girl to marry him And raised the babe for sport. From sports I found her grace and spirit, Kicking rotund toys. She growled at the male sort And preferred her kin to boys. How horrid it would seem then, That my son fell for my wife. His poor lass looked to fewer years And left them both in strife. My own poor love, the wife I watch, Was murdered by my son. Granddaughter came to comfort me As Son went on the run. My father, with my aunt reside, Did heave a giant cry. For he did lust my son in earnest And hopes instead to die. So that is why I never scribe A chart for fam’ly drama. All I have is Granddaughter And I wonder if it’s karma. My family is a confounding group And I in no way normal. This ballad is my only product And it in no way formal. Please forgive our ungodly sins, For they weren’t our intention. We all were born as any others But strayed far from convention. Dear wife, how does apology come For producing your demise; When Son created Granddaughter And she, young friend, so wise. She will save our family And bring us back to light. I trust her to transform us all And catch us from this plight. © 2008 Kiwi |
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Added on June 3, 2008Last Updated on November 4, 2008 AuthorKiwiReading, Berkshire, England, United KingdomAboutI'm Kiwi. I can spell that. It's kee-ee-wee-ee. Only not really. I'm incredibly sensitive. Please take care with reviews. :). Critique I enjoy, but again, please be gentle! I'm not quite ready.. more..Writing
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