I'll Give You A Son Poem by John Sensele

'I want a son
To perpetuate my clan'
Said Jowie whose wife bears him daughters
Who to Jowie ain't no voters

In his legacy
Compounded by profligacy
'I'll give you sons
By the tonnes'

Getrude swears she will
As a glass of wine they swill
And hopes rise
Beyond sunrise.

Jowie peels off a wad of banknotes
Which Getrude toasts
At her stock exchange
As Jowie wants no change.

Jowie and Getrude saunter
To the delight of every waiter
Who admires their courage
To spread a message

Of stolen promises
Fallen kisses
In the context of a pregnancy
That shocked Nancy

Jowie's wife
Who led a semi conjugal life
With Jowie, a half single husband
With a dubious stand

On offspring gender
On his macho man agenda
Although Nancy bears him pretty daughters
Who Jowie can't measure on beauty meters.

Days, weeks and months
Hopes, slopes and breaths
Pass and Jowie
Salivates to see

A son from Getrude
Who isn't a prude
Even when she gives birth
Through stealth.

'Your son needs milk
And plenty of silk'
But the son Jeremy
Jowie never can see

Because the son doesn't exist
And Jowie makes an exit.
Getrude takes Jowie for a ride
And tears to pieces his pride.