On the Misprizing of Sons
He told us, with a twinkle in his eye,
his rules of parenthood: raising a daughter's
like hand-rearing an overwrought gazelle;
a son, on the other hand, is like having a tortoise.
His son, they say, is rather shy,
and rarely comes out of his shell.
If you have any thoughts on this poem, David Callin would
be pleased to hear them.