Old Perkins Poem by Sandra Martyres

Perkins is a lucky man
He systematically leaves
His wife to carry the can
He lives just as he pleases
Life for him is a breeze
Whenever he remembers
He gives Mrs. Perkins
A loving pat on the back
His way of acknowledging
Her significant contribution
To the easy going life style
That he has been enjoying
For a quite while
Poor gullible Mrs. Perkins
Continues to support him
Until one fine morning
When she is making breakfast
And he is half awake and yawing
In comes a buxom young lass
Dressed in clothes quite crass
With a wailing babe in her arms
On seeing a shockedMrs. Perkins
She deposits the baby
Into the nearest chair
Shouting that it is high time
That Perkins takes responsibility
And proper parental custody
Of his very own progeny