Shrewd Poem by elf robert chadis

twas in the month of january, the year was 54, when i said to jack and daddy that i would like to be at camp next summer a counsellor for to be.
but then i thot i might bechange me plan and other job to take.
i mentioning it to daddy he flew into a rage and swore he wouldnt pay for college if to camp i would not go.
now this is the background, for it ye most must know.
that, jeannie was my darling and most hated by my mom.
but daddy was a eunuch zombie ever ashamed fore me, and i what needed manly presence since baby years, you see.
so i did keep my mouth shut as off to work he went, and thot to let him have the victory in his rotten despair.
for long before, while very young, in anguish evry morn, i watchd my mother beat him up with words, most callous rude and harsh.
til then one breakfast, i but three, and he admonished me to wash my hands before, i said to my father, YOU DONT COUNT.
a tear escaped his eye as slapping his son he went off to work.
and evermore, i knew full well, he hated me for shame, and wanted me to scorn myself, as much as him.
so 15 years later i saw a chance to let him praise himself, and went to camp, tho honor did forbid.
and ever after held it shrewd that way to win his trust, the better him to mulct, the which i did.
for mother loved me with a twisted hidden lust, bethinking me her very self and husband puppet child.
all this and more i slyly did for reparations gold.