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.

David Callin

If you have any thoughts on this poem, David Callin  would be pleased to hear them.