The greater genius in a smaller boat
Has a difficult time staying afloat.
He falls in love with poetry—
But not this century’s, hopefully.
Into the fire the flagging patriarch
Throws log after log;
But the favorite male is the family dog;
Blonde and muscled, he naps by the fire,
Dreaming of infinitely domestic desire.
Every male is torn by these two things:
Pleasures of the marriage bed,
The fear of being cuckolded.
Gay, his poetry minces and sings
On beauties—how they are really hags.
Are they? His wife is beautiful. But nags.