>>...interesting poem you have there, Jeff...It speaks of murdering baby boys to keep them from
wedding daughters? <<
"You have a problem with that?"
Yeah, and so would the majority of readership here
(or anywhere), I'm sure.
http://www.freerepublic.com/~jeffchandler/ (down the page.)
"Song To Be Sung by the Father of Infant Female Children"
It's uglier than ugly, especially the last part:
" Oh sweet be his slumber and moist his middle!
My dreams, I fear, are infanticiddle.
A fig for embryo Lohengrins!
I'll open all his safety pins,
I'll pepper his powder, and salt his bottle,
And give him readings from Aristotle.
Sand for his spinach I'll gladly bring,
And Tabasco sauce for his teething ring.
Then perhaps he'll struggle though fire and water
To marry somebody else's daughter."