Did you bring my pretzel tonight?
Baked, sugary, choc-dipped?
When sex forgot my sin, lean over and dip your ring.
Father said my sex can't write poetry right.
I am father's big boy, a military knight
A true descendant Roy!
I am penning down poetry in verses of tens and score
to wrong him.
And I am hungry!
Did you bring my pretzel tonight?
Tell Ramu to deliver this verse in his morning's paper.
(…eats his pretzel and sips his drink)
I am done. Won't we start again?
