Lawrence S. Pertillar
Flaw - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
The father was a hard worker.
A businessman who fed them all.
The mother was a homemaker...
She was there as if on call!
The daughters were pioneers,
Diverse and adventurers.
The sons like to dress...
And argued who looked the best,
They had no balls at all!
None that the girls said they even saw!
There was a flaw.
The girls were like their father...
And the boys just flapped their lips and jaws!
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