part 6 - sonnets with Ben
|So many months since your last hateful note
I thought perhaps that you'd forgotten me.
At times I reread ev'rything you wrote -
It was the most you've ever talked to me.
I'd heard about your painful, nappy sac
(Don't kid yourself, there isn't any "jewels")
From my dear sister, Kate, a few weeks back.
(And then she said, "So gross, he even drools.")
It's nice that you recall me when you're sick,
And that you fancy me to have a laugh.
But when you're searching for a scab to pick,
You better just stick to your ailing shaft.
I'll leave you with this thought to ponder on:
Whatever you gave Kate she gives your Mom.
Written in response to "The Fam'ly Man" by Ben Langhinrichs
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