Canto LI

You’re out with the girls, telling them the news
in some swanky Italian restaurant.
They’ll shriek with excitement, feigning surprise,

for you are not exactly looking gaunt
and only get together for a reason.
I’m back at home, hanging up my pants,

my Friday night may not provoke a frisson
though I’m going Italian as well—
a frozen pizza and spaghetti western.

The poet’s life has never been so dull,
I contradict the deep, Byronic cad,
and now I see my future self in full,

the classic boring-yet-embarrassing Dad.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Disco Stu
    Nov 24, 2011 @ 12:39:59

    Yeah, but you get to join Dad Club though so it’s worth it.


  2. peter litton
    Aug 22, 2012 @ 00:45:13

    An Italian night in…a frozen pizza and a spaghetti western.
    Where there any other spaghetti westerns apart from Clint’s?


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