Four Children, Two Spouses, A Wife Poem by gershon hepner

Four kids and wife, a seder.
One son is a day trader.
and one is a Jewish doctor,
whose wife, although he mocked her,
gave up, with no apology,
molecular biology.
The son-in-law called, Robby,
an architect, as hobby
is Satmar non-sectarian––
of course he is Hungarian,
There’s just a single daughter,
married, three kids, shorter
than Boaz, who’s her brother,
who always asks his mother,
when she’s not at the Getty,
to cook his dish, spaghetti.
The husband who’s the father
is medical, but rather
fancies oats. He’ll sow ’em
wild, then write a poem.

Inspired by a clerihew by W. H. Auden which I heard on my way back from an unexpectedly pleasant visit with Rachel LaSota in Cerritos.

When Zanthippe
wasn’t feeling too chippy
she’d bawl at Socrates:
“Why aren’t you Hippocrates? ”

7/30/08