Like Rings Poem by Kassem Oude

There is a boy unique son
Has sisters younger than him
Parents pampered always'n fun
He slaps them with high scream

Dad counsels him and says
Soon you'll see strange something
Price of your faults you'll pay
Pubes' white hair like a rings

One day he goes to the mill
Meets in way strong old man
'To wrestle you I have will'
Put him down under the sun

Then on his neck he treads
The spoiled son looks upward
Under gown sees what he needs:
Testicles'white hair rings, dad's word.

Tuesday 27 May 2014