The Son Also Raises - Poem by Hubert Wilson
Oh, for a brother?
Or, a sister or any other?
Perhaps twins he'd rather?
Triplets to 'futher'?
Quadruplets added to another?
Quintuplets for the Louisiana souther?
Sixtuplet boys - thrice the Brothers Smother?
Septuplets with one named Suther?
Octuplet sisters - ugly as Pendragon Uther?
All to help this son raise Kevin and Britney, his father and mother?
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